Woke up to more Feb. weather... my favorite... 37 degrees and driving rain. Perfect hypothermia weather.
But none the less... found a quote from Thoreau while going through my papers.
Hoping for spring to run through the swamp.

When I would re-create myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most
 interminable and to the citizen, most dismal, swamp.  I enter as a sacred place, 
a Sanctum sanctorum.
  There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature.
-   Henry David Thoreau, Walking, 1851