The sweet fragrant smell of spring blossoms lift the heavy weight of a long cold winter. As I feel the breeze carry that floral fragrance my shoulders lift and my chest opens. It is like I can feel my spirit shine through my shell of a body.
The gloomy skies and insistent rain were drowning my motivation. Though the rainy days here in Portland are not gone, we have been gifted momets of Sun. Now, my appreciation for the blue tinted sky is greater than before. Even if it is just a peek through the clouds.
Purple and yellow are speckled across the green like sprinkles on a cake. Their presence announces spring despite the cold rain. My long lost friend has finally returned, and her voice is the chirping of birds. It is true absence does make the heart grow fonder, and I welcome you spring with open arms.