The sunrise is tinged this morning with purple and yellow, making dark silhouettes of the high clouds. The air is cold and sharp, just now 20 degrees. My breath is a cloud of steam as I stand in the parking lot, watching the sun rise. Winter is making a last shout, I think. A last cold snap. I could be wrong though. Hard to tell in North Georgia. For now it's a cold, shadowy morning and Spring remains a matter of faith.