Spring is a season known for rebirth and an inordinate number of religious holidays.
But spring to me means something altogether different. However, spring has its bright points also, and one of those bright point is April. April is the month in which I annually move one year closer to death. I guess you could say I'm a little pessimistic when it comes to my birthday, but spring is my second favorite of the four seasons. April has one day in particular that holds a special place in my heart.