Oh the promise of spring! Every year since I came to Canada, and have been fortunate enough to be able to distinguish between seasons (India only seems to have summer, winter and monsoon), I have anticipated the onset of this particular time of the year. For risk of sounding cliched, I will only say that there is something to be said about the circle of life and death in nature, that the seasons bring into sharp contrast. Spring is the beginning of a season of life, which carpets the earth with greenery and sends bolts of joy through the heart. I know, I'm recreating cliches upon cliches.
But I would like to know who doesn't feel a warm glow inside them upon spotting the newly budding tender leaves on a tree that suffered the fate of being barren all winter long? Or the soft tendrils that grow along the ivy that covers a wall or the siding of a house, or an arbour?
Who isn't, at least for a moment, enchanted by the sight of a bright yellow field of dandelions carpeting even the smallest patch of grass, or the sound of birds chirping and calling out to each other until dusk?
I live for changing seasons. I rejoice in being able to shed closed shoes for lighter slippers and sometimes no shoes at all. I'll leave you with Kahlil Gibran's words:
"Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."
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