The worst of winter seems to be behind us - hope's a wonderful thing - and there's magic in the air. Look up at night and it might be the international space station. But by day and it just might be absolute magic, magic known by our grandparents back to Stonehenge citizens, and even before.
Roberto writes, 'The unblinding and unbrash polite light of February returning as we spin towards Spring. All the bulbs in the earth, full of colour, spinning with us, waiting, appearing.
'And the title would be to Spinning towards Spring.'