Dearest Spring,

Oh how you relieve me. Though the winter deceived me, making it hard to believe you’d ever come, you return. I embrace your early warmth. It pulls us off couches, spins us around the Commons and welcomes back the smiles that have no explanation but for you and your reassurance of summer. You gather groups in the park and lift the heavy weather conversations up and out as we over turn snow-soaked earth, if we’re lucky enough to have our own patch to grow something in.

Spring, you send me walking in sneakers, jacket at home. I take my 3-hole punch and stapler and make sense of the piles of paper that have accumulated since the New Year. I sweep, vacuum, de-clutter. Were I a season, I’d probably be you. Though, I’d long to be more a beautiful autumn. The spring of expectation vs the fall savour.

A vase of Easter tulips on my counter, I dream of June lilacs and the light lingering in the air as long as possibly can and of that light coming into my home and making everything just a little easier.

I’d like to be that light for you.

rose

Recently read and reading: A Wild Sheep Chase – Haruki Murakami, The Kruetzer Sonata – Tolstoy,
A New Earth – Eckhart Tolle

In my player: Dance Movie – It’s in the And, Joanna Newsom – Have One on Me, Laura Veirs – July Flame