That ever-hopeful feeling

Spring is my favorite season and it's finally here.  I'm always filled with joy at the prospects of warmth, lighter clothing, a new baseball season, green trees and grass.  It always seems to make the load lighter - case and point:  leaving the office while there's still daylight and walking home from the ferry before it's dark.

I don't have any particular targets or goals for the new season - albeit to do a minor purge of extraneous items - these last two years have made it so you don't really want to plan too far ahead.  

It's remained a quiet time, which I'm fine with; I think the world is living on a "wait and see" approach; I can understand it.  Plus, you get to an age like 57 and you think to yourself, "well, what's next?".  Then add to that - at this particular moment, especially - the very unsettling war-like direction the world has shifted into and you have a sense of "how do you plan for a future?"

I don't have an answer for any of this - and I'm not being fatalistic - but I can't really think too far ahead.  I'd rather just enjoy the here-and-now, as it is.