Spring used to sound like pop punk music and sipping nips in a parking lot with a guy who you don’t know anymore and scream singing out your car window, but it’s a little softer now. Spring sounds more like Mt. Joy now and sitting on a swing, planning out your garden with your husband.
Spring feels like you’re a character in a suburban thriller like Big Little Lies. Except more suburban than thriller and it’s a little happier and nobody dies and you aren’t a 40 year old mom living on the Australian coast (at least not yet). So Maybe it’s nothing like that. But regardless, spring is Cold Little Heart fading in the background and a cardigan and a glass of Sauvignon blanc … or maybe cab sav. The first days of spring feel like having trouble deciding between red or white wine.
Spring is when rain stops feeling so sad and turns into a welcome cleanse and if driving home at 7pm in the winter felt like disappointment or dread, then driving home at 7pm in the spring through purply pink sunsets feels something more like hope. Maybe relief? Maybe peace ? Maybe inspiration? It definitely feels like something sweet and good. It feels like something long awaited. It feels like something we needed and definitely like something we deserve. Spring is a decadent dessert. A vacation that took forever to plan. Catching up with a friend you haven’t seen in months.
A lot of people think spring is a tease. A taste of summer with an unwelcome chill. Something sneaky and cruel and dishonest. It will pull you in and turn on you when you least expect it. Spring doesn’t feel like a tease to me. It feels more like a well intended flirtation. A genuine crush. An infatuation that’s about to turn into something much more. The start of something real and big and good. Spring is something you can trust.
It’s more like reading the first page of a book and knowing right away it’s going to be a 5/5 on Goodreads. A sip of wine after a long day. A deep breath. Smelling coffee in the morning after getting just enough sleep. The first day of a trip. Or maybe just packing for the trip. It’s being right on the edge of a new adventure.
Something about spring is still the same as it’s always been (and hopefully always will be). It will always be the smell of sunlight and wet pavement and an overwhelming breeze, being present and aware of the joy that is happening right now, the miracle of being alive, and the feeling (knowing) that things are all working out in your favor. Spring will always feel like good luck. Like knowing just the right thing to say or hearing just what you needed to hear. Spring is a healing hug. A reward for whatever you survived this winter. A confirmation that you are headed in the right direction.
So spring isn’t all that different than it use to be, it is just feels a little more soft and wholesome than it did before. It’s more kind and inviting and less pent up energy and angst and rebellion. Or maybe that’s just me. Maybe I feel different.
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