Spring

The beauty of Spring sometimes overwhelms me.  The varying shades of green.  Have you noticed?  It's not just one color - - - it's a myriad of gorgeousness.

And the birds.  Each song is different.  Unique and inspiring.  Inspiring and ubiquitous (never used that word before in a sentence.  May never again).

The rebirth of everything is what gets me about Spring.

And the birds and squirrels and bears and raccoons might have had a tough winter - - - they might have fought with their spouses over nuts and berries and such; they might have had too many nights of darkness and cold; they might have even forgotten to take a deep breath of the potent winter air.

But Spring.

It makes you look.

Spring makes you just breathe.  Take it all in.  Look up.  The sky is beautiful.  Look down.  The grass is new and so green.  Look around.  The red, the blue, the brown, the white, the gray birds are all around.  Open the windows.  The warm breeze on your skin.  The hot sun on arms so white.

Spring.

It's nice. 

It's new.

And the darkness of past winters seems more distant in the Spring.  The darkness of winters past, though still a memory, is, well, just a memory - - - sometimes, many times, painful - - - but a memory.

I like Spring.

Look up.  Look down.  Look all around.

There are so many varying shades of green.