Chirping and twittering is what I woke up to this morning. I love the sounds of birds heralding the impending spring. I can't wait for the weather to cooperate enough to sleep with the windows open so I can enjoy the delicate smell that accompanies spring. Matter of fact, I caught a whiff of it in the air over lunch on Friday. It's there, it's coming... there is a light at the end of the white cold tunnel.