Spring

The Vernal Equinox hasn’t quite arrived, but we have been blessed with a taste of Spring following a harsh winter storm last week.  The robins are back in full force, a tiny patch of green is observed here and there in the yard.  Iris and tulip leaves are poking through the ground.  The tips of trees are beginning to color.

I came across something brief while reading today that said to do something nice for yourself for at least one hour per day.  Like most of us in this busy world, I don’t have the luxury of a full hour usually, but I treated myself to a bit of time on our deck this afternoon.  The dogs had been duly petted and lay snoozing at my feet and, except for the sounds of nature, it was quiet.

Join me for an incredible and completely sensual moment, if you will, of one of the greatest delights as Spring returns and life begins anew all around us.  I hope I can describe it well enough to take you there for at least a brief time.

A sunny, late afternoon in the fifties, with a light, cool breeze, a comfortable glider to sit in and face the sun as it begins to draw down to give an evening kiss to the foothills that surround this lovely valley.

The gentle warmth of the sun is enhanced by the deliciously fresh, light breeze I inhale which is also filled with warm sunshine.  A soft tinkling of wind chimes joins with the delightful symphony of birdsong and the creek gurgles happily in the distance.

The sun envelops me in its warmth and I sit, eyes closed, drinking it in as someone just finding a well at the edge of a desert.

When I turn from the sun and open my eyes, it is to a deep, piercing blue sky with a few white feathery clouds.  I revel in the slow, lazy circles of the floating buzzards as the sun and breeze continue to wrap around me.  I turn back to the sun and close my eyes.

For now, time has no meaning.