Dear Unsealers:

At the time of writing, there’s less than ten minutes before the vernal equinox. Winter comes to a close.

The first grass grows, the days get longer.

It’s the time of year where come back inside from lunch will be difficult.

I feel a sense of possibility in the air.

With that, a welcome to the new season:

When the first grass grows

It’s the surest sign of time
Rising up from the ground

The seasons are changing
With winter’s icy grip retreating
Spring has finally arrived

A time where everything’s in bloom
Trees, grass and flowers too

Under equal hours of day and night
The world comes alive again

The new season will unfold in ninety two days
Possibility is in the air

As the next part of the year begins