Much like the desperation experienced during a futile search for cryptic wildlife, I am left with a burning question... where is it?

Etched in permanent ink are the words "Vernal Equinox." I scribbled this in haste during the endless dark, two words that would make any scrabble player proud. In Minnesota, the Vernal Equinox signals the end of a cold Hell that only Dante could so eloquently describe. March 20th at 8:02 a.m. (cdt) 2013, the equinox, it came and then it went. I wanted to strip myself of winter's burden and dance naked in the glow of the sun, but I made a better choice. It was 6℉ (-14℃) when Spring sprung and three days later it is still damn cold.

I've kept my clothes on and I've begun the hunt... I'm looking for Spring, it's lost and and needs to be returned. If you find it, please send me an email.