When I walked outside this morning, I was taken away, to another place and time - to Knight Street in Interlaken. Something about the mounds of snow, melting in places, and the air ready to warm, took me to another near-spring day. I remember skipping down the sidewalk in front of our little house. I can hear my mother’s voice. It must have been an awakening for me at that young age, after being cooped up through the winter, because that same feel and memory touches me each year on a day like this.