Dare I hope that spring is here? We have had a succession of beautiful, sunny days bursting with buds and new life. Perhaps it this outpouring of life but I have spent the hours, when I am not exploring parks, frantically writing, being inspired. This morning, I sit here with my first chapter completed (there is only two chapters) and the possibility of the end real and present before me. Last night, while listening to Ceremony and Morrissey, a flash of clarity came, and suddenly the whole project came together as a coherent whole. What had seemed like a series of small papers was now a thesis. Ahhh..spring, time of reproduction and life.