It’s Spring. Thank God, Hallelujah, and at last. :)

I believe there’s something to the idea that the older you get the longer the winters seem to last. This past one seemed to start early and, once it dug its heels in, it was here to stay a while.

But I can smell the new season now. There’s a scent that comes with the newly-fertile earth, a softening of the air, the sensual perfume of hyacinths, and the thick, sweet smell of freshly-mown grass.

There’s also an intangible something about this season—an excitement. Expectation. That on-edge feeling, similar to the anticipation that comes at the peak of twilight, and it always makes me restless. The feeling that anything can happen, that it’s not too late, that magic still lurks beneath the creamy caps of mushrooms and in spurts of soft spring rain.

It’s Spring. Thank God, Hallelujah, and at last.