Spring

I love spring. The promise of a new summer, the promise of life. For me spring is like a song that slowly creeps into my heart, bringing with it the joy and the awareness that it is there. It makes me think of childhood and innocence, some of which I lost on the long and twisting roads of life. And yet, as the trees are starting to sparkle in new green, as the flowers are riot all around me, as the sun promises another hot summer, for brief moments, I forget the responsibilities of being an adult and I remember to just be a child.

I love spring the most in Europe, where the changes are fast and easily felt. Here, in the country of Oz, the seasons don't have clear cut lines and one flows into the other almost without notice.

But now, in the middle of spring, it feels like I can touch the spirit of the plants. The innocence is ripe, hanging for a short moment before getting lost in the maturity of summer. The days have been growing, steadily, the nights became shorter and with them I can just hang in that moment between the world, remembering and being.

Because it is so much easier to see the laughter of the child growing towards womanhood, and so much easier to see the dreams for what summer would be.It is that moment of hanging in mid air, of not knowing but feeling it deep within your soul.