Some Years Spring Comes Easily

No idea how to end this underlining or why this particular post has chosen to add such emphasis to itself, but hiking up Red Rock last Saturday almost made me break into the rousing chorus from 'He Arose or Low in the Grace He Lay' as it's more commonly known.  In my memory, ranked second only to the noble Peeps, are the rousing Easter Sunday hymns from the Southern Baptist church I occasionally attended with neighbors (when my mother just couldn't be arsed enough to take me to the local Episcopal church).  I loved the whole idea of death not being exactly what it implied, thus making anything possible.  An appealing thought and one that helps keep religion firmly rooted in the stratosphere for many.