You know those days when the breeze feels softer, every note of music plays on telephone wires as you drive past, all that is green wears honeysuckle like a heavy perfume, and humidity in the air clings to all living things? Springtime in Georgia. Truthfully, I only like it because of the tension, and the promised relief that comes in the form of engorged rain clouds. Days with clouds like these show what a tease the South can be - building, building, intensity... nothing to show for it. No action taken. I love to hate it. Even as I drive home at twilight with my windows all the way down.