it's almost spring

soon enough, I will bloom again

It's almost Spring.

I'm on the subway, listening to Miley sing,

"I'm driving 'round town in a beat-up old Mercedes,

You think I'm crazy, you might be right"

The imagery in this song is what I clung to last winter to help me get through those gray days. The idea of being free, with no set destination.

To start fresh, like the flowers that bloom in Spring. 

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As I get older, I realize the importance of the seasons. The lessons we learn from nature. We go through cycles of change and growth that mimic the seasons.

Spring has always felt like the most radical of seasons. To come out of winter, where everything freezes and new life is found.

Spring, to me, is long walks and seeing all the flowers starting to come back into existence. The smell of fresh air, no longer breathing in and feeling numb. Enjoying all the colours. No longer just whites and greys, but greens. Green bringing feelings of calm.

I feel the sun starting to bring warmth to my skin. Sitting outside with a coffee and a book. I can feel sanity creeping back in through the stillness.

I get to wear dresses and skirts. A literal weight off my shoulders to not be bundled in a bulky coat and scarf.

Hibernation is over. Birds begin to sing to us again.

Spring is when I feel most like myself. Thawing out from the cold of winter, bringing myself back to life.

I become the worst version of myself when I cannot be in nature. Maybe that is why I will always crave Spring.

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While I look outside, I see snow and slush. But I know soon it will be Spring. Until then, I'll envision myself in the sun, reading under a tree. Rollerskating by the lakeshore. Soon, this winter will end, and I'll be myself again.