Gray light light filters softly in through the closed blinds of my bedroom window. I rise slowly, hoping that when I slide my fingers through the slats, I will be greeted by brilliant sunshine, the harbinger of a beautiful day. Alas, it is not to be.
If not looking carefully, one might think it is just another dreary cold winter's day. But, upon closer examination, you would see that you were wrong. The moment that you stepped outside, instead of the breathtaking bitter cold, you would be greeted by warmer air, tinged with only a slight chill. You would see thick tufts of green grass, growing full, overtaking the winter brown. On the spindly limbs of the naked trees, you would begin to see little buds, growing on their ends. You would hear the chatter of robins. You would realize, that today, is the first day of Spring!
One might think, as a person of extremes, that I would love the winter and the summer; times of either suffocating heat or overwhelming cold. I, however, love the seasons in between; spring and fall. There is something so liberating about the first days of the spring. Sometimes it seems as though, like the trees and the grass, we humans, too, go dormant in the winter. And when that first warm breeze drifts through the air, we slowly, begin to come alive again. Our soul awakens.
Spring makes me want to clean. Ha. It makes me want to go get a pedicure, and pull out my favorite pair of flip flops(which by the way, my dog chewed to pieces yesterday). Spring makes me want to go lay in the grass, allergies notwithstanding. It makes me want to go down to the river front, and take my dog for a long walk. It makes me want to ride aimlessly around town, windows down, sunroof open, with Melody Gardot and Norah Jones blasting through my speakers. Spring makes me want to drink in the very air I'm breathing, poisonous mold spores and all. Spring simply makes me glad to be alive.
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