For me, Spring always goes way too fast. First it sneaks in amid the rain and gray skies, then it bursts into bloom like gasoline on a fire. Suddenly the streets are lined with blooming trees and I try to memorize them because they are so short-lived. But oh how glorious the blossoms are in all their pastel splendor! They are Degas dancers, lighting up the spring stage, twirling and swirling on the gusty breezes that blow the warm days our way.