["Snow Angel III" 8x8, available at #artandsoup March 22-23] Yesterday flowers were blooming, today we woke up to heaps of snow. Oh March, you fickle friend who won't dare be defined by a single season! And yet, sometimes I relate, not ready for all my decisions to be made for me, regardless of who I've been in the past. Isn't that the beauty of living-- the ability to wake up every day and choose to change? I've always hated running, but today I woke up and ran on the treadmill. You and me, March. We will be whatever we choose.