Just recently in Dillon we enjoyed a day I call Waving Day.
Everywhere
I went on foot or in my car, people waved at me, and I waved back. At
first, I thought that maybe I was looking particularly fetching (though a
quick glance in the mirror revealing a bird’s nest where my hair should
be cured me of that notion).
I
realized that everyone was waving because it was the first day that the
temperature was over 50 degrees since November. We were all outside,
enjoying the sun and blue sky. No longer did we need to bind our arms
tightly to our sides to conserve warmth and energy. We could safely
fling our arms wide and wave.
With this
seemingly small gesture, my attitude changed that day. I un-creased my
brow and practiced smiling.
I threw open my windows and re-hung my wind
chimes. I painted my toe nails in anticipation of sandal-wearing season.
I love
spring almost as much as I love autumn. While autumn’s deep reds and
oranges sooth and comfort me, spring trees with their unfurling tender,
baby leaves, make me giddy and excited.
In spring
the world becomes new again, and we get another chance to make things
right. We shed the chronic bad mood caused by frigid winter temperatures
and don a warm disposition that welcomes new ideas and delights in
light-hearted fun.
With this
excitement, I leafed through mail-order catalogs for new patio
furniture suitable for long afternoons of summer lounging. I conducted
research on how to germinate the sunflower seeds I know will flourish
outside the west-facing wall of my apartment.
I washed
the bedroom window sheers which gave the sheets on my bed the fresh
smell that only happens when the windows are open and a light breeze
tickles the bed in just the right way.
Even Gracie, my bird, began to molt her downy coat in anticipation of spring’s eminent arrival.
It snowed two days later.
And even
though my feet are encased in boots once again, my pink toe nails still
wriggle in anticipation for the spring that will set them free.
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