As the cherry blossoms turn from pink to sprouts of green and their last fallen petals are blown away by the spring winds, I'm still mourning the loss of winter. It seems a bit uncharacteristic of me not to be saluting spring and its bursts of beloved foliage, but I've been enjoying the emptiness of winter. Maybe I'm not ready to jump into the social extravanganza that defines summer in san francisco, or maybe I'm having difficulty with yet another transition that I have to process. (so many this past year, I feel like I've been cracked open with the sharpest of axes) Whatever the case, I'm still wanting to breathe the clear cold air and hide inside my mind for a little while longer. Any suggestions for moving out of the winter funk and into enjoying spring with the rest of the city?