More than thinking about the trip itself, the photograph placed a longing in my heart for the return of spring here in Indiana.
From my desk, I can see a skiff of snow on the front yard. The winter clouds are moving past in the cold breezes of February. I long for the warmth of spring sun to melt the snow, soften the earth and give rise to the many flowers planted around our home. I ache for the sound of robins claiming their territory and the roll of thunder as spring showers nourish the landscape.
But for now, a picture will have to do. For now, memories will suffice.