The dance as sunlight and shadow gracefully execute their routine over the rolling, yellow green landscape that teases with the promise of spring. She watches from the hilltop, to where the dance completes. Lines form, encircling her eyes wherever the deepening sunlight catches her gaze. Arms outstretched, back arched, she turns her face to the sky. Taking in the glorious sweeps of pink and gold, as her hair floats in the wind washing the fragrance of dogwood and lilac over her. She inhales deeply, the scent of beginnings.