On Spring.

It begins slowly. Some days just a little warmer than others. The trees have started budding, I suppose this is nature’s way of giving their lifeless branches a second chance. The sun decides to stick around just a little longer every day. Then there is the cheerful birdsong as each new day dawns.

And yet, winter seems to want to hold on to its grip. Wanting us to reminisce about the good times, like a passionate, overbearing person. Holiday Cheer. Family gatherings. The chance to step into a new year. Warm and cozy home vibes. Long sleeves and layered clothes.

And so we wait. In no man’s land. Quietly. Intentionally. Confidently. As we dance between fleeting bits of bitter cold winds, snow clad landscapes, hot cocoa, and morning frost on the one hand, and a deep longing for that spring smell, the warm sun on our faces, flowers blooming, leaves budding – the promise of new life just ahead. Our inner self nudging us to live for something more.