Spring tempts you back to life. Color enters your eyes, smells lighten your spirit, trees talk to you, birds from a year ago stop by to say hello, babies are born and you get to enjoy all of this and more. Spring helps you to breathe, to think, to move, to speak.
Spring is your friend. Like most friends, it can be moody, cloudy, cool, even frosty. But it keeps showing up and putting in the work of being your friend. Spring makes an implicit promise to do better. Hang on, I’ll be more friendly tomorrow, more hospitable next week, even warmer in a couple of weeks.
Spring is hope. Hope that things will get better. Spring does not remind you how bad things were, it only suggests that things are going to be brighter and more cheery.
Debbie and I occasionally say things like, We enjoy living in a place with four seasons. I usually agree with her, but I’m probably keeping a few thoughts to myself. To be honest, I don’t really like Winter. I like that I am alive to experience the Winter, but I’m quite happy to see Winter in the rear view mirror and Spring blowing through my hair.
Summer is ok, not bad really. There are some days too hot for me to enjoy, but on the whole, I’ll take Summer over Winter. And Fall has its beauty, but it too is a transitional season. It makes you want to slow down the days so that Winter does not come so soon.
We try to speed up Winter, slow down Spring, not be too bothered by Summer and savior the Fall.
I wonder if anyone has this all figured out. By that I mean, is there anyone that is the same through all four seasons? I feel a bit weakened by my response to the seasons. Why should they have such control over me? Why can’t I be the same person all year long?
Maybe that is the appeal to living in some tropical paradise. And even then, I wonder if I could live in a mono season, only different from month to month in the amount of rain that falls.
I’m trying to learn to enjoy all four seasons in the meantime. But I still love Spring the most.