"The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy."

My beloved Phoenix Suns. . .once at the top of the western pack, now relegated to the 5th place spot. But, down and definitely not out, I say. They now have the longest win streak (6 games) in the NBA and seek to lengthen it against the Rockets tomorrow. Laying low until the playoffs, I think. Getting used to having Godzilla there to swat planes away from the Empire State Building. Getting used to letting Amare shine, and finally using Boris and Leandro to their full pontential. Steve Nash, the most dedicated NBA mastermind of strategy and game play, is beginning to get back on his game and making an impression on the naysayers; the Kobe lovers; the Celtic bandwagon jumpers. Bring on April, I say, when the Sun really starts to shine.

"No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn."

It seemed like spring was almost here. The ground was starting to smell like soft dirt, the snow was almost gone, and yesterday it was 50. Then, as if on cue, the last gasp of winter, the Easter snow blast. They're all out there jogging in it, as usual. Still one more week until spring break--WAAAHHH!
It has lasted forever, it seems, this one. Piles and piles of snow, days and weeks of sub-zero temps, wind. . . the robins have already come back.
TV is starting to cooperate, too, after the long winter's writers' strike. It almost seems bearable again.