We've had a mild winter this year, not much snow or constant frigid temperatures. We had a sixty degree day last week, and I mean one day! It broke records in some areas of our great state of Indiana, but sorry to say, some warm temps brought tornadoes and bad times for many. That's the nature of my fickle friend Spring!
More precisely, Spring is a prankster, a teaser, a heartbreaker, an unpredictable friend. Yes, a friend because I really like what I see and experience in spite if her impulsive behavior. I know eventually, Spring will bring the sunshine longer and brighter.
I don't think I feel friends with fall, winter, or summer. Fall is just beautiful and predictable. I get excited about the first snowflake/fall and look forward to holidays, and summer--summer is just crazy good. But I don't harbor around the windows at any other season, aching for that change like I do in the spring. I think it's really the coldness that defeats me after awhile and sets me longing for the warmth of the sun. I can take only so many hot showers, sit in so many hot tubs, or bundle up in a blanket and warm socks. I wish I could just fly South.
On that warm sixty degree day, I went outside, got out a lawn chair, and sat in the sun, feeling, smelling, seeing, touching, and hearing--soaking it all in as fast as I could. My spirits came alive, and I moaned with delight. Coudn't you just stay another day, my dear spring friend?
Today the snow is flying, the wind is blowing, and the sun is lying in wait, giving me new hope of more sunny days ahead. So, I'll put on another sweater, sip a cup of hot tea, and lean over and peer outside at my patio chair, imagining when I can see and feel my playful, reckless, and elusive spring friend again.