Blushes and blues come together, meld and mingle in sweet harmony. I want these crayons in my pocket. I need this Lake. It is here I fall. All this, before my very eyes. The ice finally had left the bay, just as spring began. The long cold winter, seems submissive, knowing these warmer days are coming. Tonight I was a witness, feeling the warm breeze, cooled by the over-wintered lake, brush gently against my cheek. My senses, all of them, Live here.