As a kid, I used to love Spring.
Spring meant Summer, and Summer meant hours spent in water—water, to me, is the epitome of fun.
Spring brought sunshine and birthdays and flowers.
It brought more hours to spend playing freely, outside.
The thing I love about Spring, now—along with those things—is the impact it has on my psyche.
I see how the new sprigs of life seep into my being and shine me awake.
I watch how the Earth’s vitality becomes contagious, and I can’t help but want to fill my days with life.
My love for adventure is blooming like a daffodil (not that it ever really went away).
My desire to explore and feel out-in-the-world, is suddenly—and constantly—waiting for me at my front door.
All I want, is to do.
And all I want, is to nurture and be gentle, too.
When I’m lying in the park, soaking up the sun, I wonder where I’ve been the last four months.
I’ve been hangin’ with my mate, Winter, but it’s really good to see you again, Spring.
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Editor: Rachel Nussbaum
Photo: elephant archives