There is nothing that warrants a deep sigh and stimulates hope for mankind quite like the feeling that is savored on the first morning of sunshine after days of endless spring rains. Everything has been washed silver shiny clean and the air smells like life itself. The humid heaviness waits until afternoon. The jazz band noise of bird and bug is slow to start. The day is virgin and bright like a new copper penny just waiting for you to make your mark. But first you sit on the log at the end of the dock and count your blessings.