In the almost spring, our days get busier, our energy changes and we begin to slowly crack open our winter shells, where we incubated ideas, passions, simple joys; where we dared to dream. We begin to peek outside, to exercise our extroversion. The bikes come out, walks happen more often. Imaginings take form, as pencil is put to paper, constantly. We cheer on the garden as it too, stretches out of its winter bonds. We're waking up; dreams are shaped into reality, in this almost spring.