"'Cause a little bit of summer is what the whole year is all about"
March is a very pregnant month in Seattle. It is the month when the air, the bare trees, the rain soaked soggy earth is heavy with promises. It is also a month of indecision, like a baby taking a little longer to arrive while the mother is getting impatient to see her. Rain and darkness dominate our minds and bodies from the middle of November, we feel trapped and a sense of hopelessness prevails. Most conversations are centered on the listlessness for spring to arrive. And holding on till March. And then it happens. The emerald green leaves start showing up one by one, and the rain starts taking a break once every few days. You can hear the birds again in the mornings and some days you see some faint daylight when you wake up. We start making lists apprehensively, in our heads, more in our hearts. Check on the tulip bulbs, if their heads are popping up in the ground. Take the caps off from the garden hose faucets, as the temperatures are high enough for the wat