Excerpt from my journal, dated 3/19.
Spring is yawning and stretching, starting to shake off the long wintercold we've had. She's grown young again, sleeping curled up in the heart of the old curly maple, but the sap is beginning to flow and she can feel the branches reach for the sun; and so she stirs. She is still new and as fresh as a green shoot of the first grass. Finally she slips free of her winter abode and stands once again in the world. As she stretches up to greet the carefree blue sky, her joy at being alive will pull the flowers and grass springing free as the birds riot around her.
I hope she comes soon. Its so beautiful already. Winter is departing (albeit not dearly) and it is time to wake up. Shake off your rest! It's warm and the wind is coy and caressing instead of cruel and biting.
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Of course, now it's just hot. And I love every second. It's impossible to be depressed, or worried or (I would assume) bipolar when the sun and wind work on you and turn your skin to burnished copper. That is, if you're lucky. If you're like me, you just kind of get a hazy tannish, no matter how much time you spend outside. And m'not bipolar, it was just a figure of speech.
What I'm trying to say is, I'm happy. Just straight up happy. Funny what spring can do.
1 comment:
Lovely. Although, hot is not my favorite. But I'm glad that you are enjoying it.
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