Sunshine creeps over the horizon, sluggishly seeping into the world of ‘This Morning.’

Cockerels clear their throats to greet it.

The first beam of spring-shine pocks its way into the shadows of last night, chasing away the ghouls of the night.

There’s no place for the darkness in the days of Spring.

Flowers begin their lives anew. Buds open giving honey dew, then something flies through - the sky, Spring birds up high have come home.

The warmth it brings back, the happiness and delight, and the joy of being there under the Sun.

Summer follows afterwards. Winter proceeds. Autumn comes around. But Spring…?

Spring is always Spring. Its always a time for rebirth. The start of a New Year.

Springs for fun.

Springs for Spring!

Springs for me.