As the sun rises on March 25th, I awake. For so long, I have been awaiting the first real day of spring. I know it is finally here when I feel that first touch of a warm breeze brush across my face. It is the day when the rays of the sun warm my skin, I see the birds return from their winter migration and when for the first time in months, I do not hear the crunch of snow under my feet. This day warms my insides and I imagine all the sunny days, weeks, and months of running, hiking, and playing, until the dreaded winter returns. These days are the best days. Days when I can’t help but smile. I can almost feel myself warming; thawing out after enduring the bitter winter. Everything feels better as I walk to school. The end of the school year feels near. I can nearly taste my freedom as I look forward to the three-month break that is summer.