Spring sprang.

Spring has finally friggin' sprung! I was beginning to worry that Spring had lost its way. After a brief trip to the East Coast, I was convinced that cold weather would reign supreme for another...oh who knows how long! My fears, though, have been assuaged with the return of Spring's pleasant warmth.

What I love about Spring is that it's not too hot. Man nothing is worse than being all sweaty in the summer. That sweat that gathers at the back of your knees and the small of your back. Sticking to a leather car seat. Waking up in the morning, sun stabbing your retinas, covered in a thin film of sweat. Ugh. With Spring, though, the warmth never seems unpleasant. Sometimes you can even bust out a light jacket! Not only that but every thing comes back to life. Flowers are blooming and deciduous trees are looking less halloween-ish with the return of their leaves. It feels like after a several month long hiatus, life has picked back up where we left off.

Another great thing about Spring? The storms. I love nothing more than to be inside a house listening to the elements go crazy outside. The sound of falling rain works better than Ambien for me! Okay maybe not better than Ambien but it's certainly more natural. I love watching those sometimes menacing clouds roll in and preparing for a huge storm of apocalyptic proportions.

Something about the sights, sounds and smells of Spring just transfer me to a simpler time and place. Spring reminds me of being a kid and of playing outside until dark, having no worries aside from who's "it" during a game of tag. Spring reminds me that Summer is just around the corner and that a much needed vacation from school isn't far behind. Spring reminds that even though Winter sucks, it will always eventually come to an end. Most of all, I think, Spring reminds me to stop and look around. It reminds me to appreciate the beauty of the world in which I live. It's a pretty cushy world, despite my petty complaints. I have a lot to be thankful for and happy about and Spring seems to reiterate this point for me.

Winter ushers in a period of indoor activities, of slushy shoes, and of heaping piles of blackened snow in the corners of parking lots. Spring ushers in a period of rebirth, the return of the attic fan, and open windows. Spring is the upbeat Paul McCartney chorus to a moody Winter John Lennon verse. While Paul is my least favorite Beatle (although Ringo is a close second) I must appreciate Spring for the happy feelings it brings.