The Grand Canyon in a refreshing snowy scene. And it was veeery cold indeed.

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i eagerly seek for a sign of Spring. i search in the yet bare branches of the trees, in the budding yellow flowers along the sidewalks, in the scurrying squirrels coming out of hiding. i search, for the end of Spring will see me home. Oh and i search, in the clouds for the planes that make booming noises as they fly low overhead, or in the night sky for their tell-tale blinking lights which in the great distance almost seem stationary. i search, for i know that one day soon, one of them will send me home.

Homeward bound i'll be.