Do you ever find yourself doing the same thing? I don't mean, the normal everyday routine we all have. I mean, unintentionally do you ever look up and realize - hey, I always end up painting in the spring and writing poetry in the fall. I don't mean to...it just happens.

Spring is like some big revival in my life. Everything that once culminated in the fall and winter, is designed to be stripped away. Relationships end - two springs running - and I find myself throwing myself into work and painting. I never paint - only in the spring - only after a breakup it seems. It's weird to look-up and realize that my life keeps like a cycle in ways beyond the mundane routine of everyday.

So here's painting in the spring and starting all over again.