Long gone is the chill and the grey eves of the interminable winter. The longest I remember , grievously long. Not long ago was the absence of hope. But I smell it now ; sniff it on the warm breeze. I long to embrace it. Pining the night away , I realize I`m not alone. There is scurrying all about me - its still wild , it hasn`t all been cemented over. There is life left and I hunger for it. I want to start right now. Along these lines , I dream of the dawn to come - a red blush across the sky. I crave its cleansing brightness. Its not far away now , even though this night is long.