Spring has sprung!

Here in Yunnan, spring means brown hills and dry grass and dust blowing in your face. Summer means rain making everything impossibly green and soaking in everywhere. Which do I prefer? If I were from a deserty area, I would like spring, I'm sure. But being from Seattle makes summer the ideal time.

It's a sad thought to have, I know, but I realize that with spring here, winter is over. Winter's song will next come to me in Seattle, in a blue house that I hope our renters are keeping up well enough (kidding. We drove by this summer and they seemed to be doing a fine job). One more season change--that to summer--and we'll go home.

Home. We're going home. And yet we're home now. Where do I live? What do I want? When will I find out?