April.

My greatest works of art and sabotage seem to begin in April. April=National Champs and start of the offseason. April, for me anyway, signifies a new beginning - a fresh start. Like the phoenix, I will rise again from the ashes. Perhaps this is the start of a new era. I have a million song lyrics dancing though my head right now and all my body wants is sleep. But sleep is not in sight. My mind will not rest. I want adventure. I want to get lost in the woods like Thoreau, wandering along some ancient stream bed, carelessly finding my way through underbrush. I don't want to worry about finding my way back. Let each bend in the river open up new avenues of sight. Bring new peace of mind and heart. To wake, perchance to dream.