There's definitely something to this time of year; it's always been my favorite. My post from this morning has got me doing a bit of my own spiritual naval-gazing about the religion I was born and raised in, the faith of the Cailleach. I've long since fallen out of the habit of practicing, but it's a sacred time of year for us, too. It's the 'rebirth' part of the cycle, a time so gorgeous and so powerful that even I can lose myself in it. I find it easy to get bitter and depressed in the winter months, and spring rejuvenates me like nothing else I know. Whether it's the force of nature, the power of God, the cycle of rebirth, or just a passel of flowering trees, I'm grateful for it.