Blue and white and pink with a spring breeze. Flowers smile, grass sing, trees impatient to turn green while I'm sitting here, toiling in front of the computer screen. I dream of going outside. Probably being a farmer, but no farming knowledge, or a gardener, but no gardening skills. How about a nomad, like my ancestors in Gobi Desert? But I can't ride a horse. It's spring. Shed the gloom and throw away the complaints. Be an idler, be happy.