Every year, at the end of a long winter, I crave for the blooming of flowers and the return of birds to fill the air with songs. Spring is coming, but it feels as if it is crawling to the start line. Spring brings new beginnings and thoughts of rejoicing with friends and family at picnics or baseball games. But as I think about everything that should be happening, I am reminded about what is yet to come. Uncertainty plagues our consciousness. We are living each day, preparing ourselves for bad news and hoping for the opposite. I am hanging on to the hope that in the unpredictability of the present, Spring remains on the horizon. A new day, that feels different than our yesterdays, will be here soon.