The sun is shining. The sky is blue. My room is warm with the early morning light. There are full blossoms on the trees, and flowers budding up from the ground. There are even butterflies, here and there. Easter is around the corner; named for Eostre, fertility goddess of the Celts, an aspect of the queen of fairy. It is undeniably spring, and in the best tradition of cliche, the time for new beginnings.
It is a fitting time; after all, every beginning starts with an ending.