When i was a child, Spring was a season i knew only for its liminality. I viewed it as the waiting room between the magical nights of winter and the warm memories of summer... Now that i'm an adult, i've fallen deeply in love with the very season i once overlooked.
I'm in love with the way lightning fills the sky as rainstorms sweep across town and drench the verdant grasses, the way flowers exhale and stretch their delicate petals as if awakening from slumber, the way the soil kisses my skin as i press seeds into the cradle of the sunwarmed earth, the way every creature seems acutely aware that the season of renewal has arrived.
Isn't it strange how so much of our growth in life is marked by our ability to look at familiar realities through new eyes?
Someday when time allows, i'll come back and write about the magic of May... What a beautiful, dreamy month aH :)
Love always,
x r
