I'm glad its March. I went for a walk today that absolutely left my feet wet and my dog a muddy mess, but it was glorious. The smell in the air of potential. The rushing streams of melting snow in the street. I know its all a teaser, but it gives us something to hope for. The hope of spring. I'm glad its March. February was too long this year. I'm glad its March. I am not glad that tomorrow is Monday, but I am glad that tomorrow is not February.