Spring

It was autumn in Africa, marked more by intermittent rain than cool temps, but the flowers were past their prime, and the grapes had already been harvested.  So I kept thinking about spring in the US, even on the west coast where the transition is subtler, flowers and trees still burst with color.  I returned craving  blue skies, warm breezes and blossoms.  Instead it's been gray, cool and drizzling since I landed at LAX Saturday night.  Jet lag is harder to shake when the world outside my window is a monotonous shade of gloom.  Thankfully, I'm getting through the days without feeling like a narcoleptic.  I brazenly had a full schedule today and made plans tonight, but all I can think about is sleep!