Signs of Spring

The signs of spring are all around me and I can't believe I've gone from the girl who loves the winter greylight to the woman who relishes the warmth of spring.

I like to sit outside in the sun driven daylight, with my barefeet poking out from underneath my skirts, while the sun slightly warms my shoulders and gives me the look of a farmer in his wifebeater. I like to go to the park and remember the joy of swinging. Spring is a time of rebirth, and I feel that in my own arduos path, I now have a kinship with this season that was lacking before.

Plus it means new sandals and open toe high heels, and who can complain about that.

Come summer, I will be lamenting the heat, the humidity, and cursing the sun as a long past welcome visitor in my house, but for now, the sun is welcome to eat crackers in the bed any day.