Having lived in coastal cities for quite some time, I forgot what’s like to wait for Spring.
We need Winter as a set up for Spring. Winter-Spring contrast is more striking than that of Summer-Fall.
We also anticipated Spring more than Fall (some even wish for endless summers).
Vietnamese literature and lyrics (Gold music) nevertheless, serenade Fall and fallen leaves more than other times of the year.
Something about a dreamy creek which evokes music and deers which stand still, clueless and trusting.
The wait for Spring has stretched out a bit further lately due to climate change.
But Spring has always been a symbol of hope and renewal.
Gone are the days of cold temperature and heavy coats.
Spring breakers are anticipating wild celebrations down Florida beaches.
And Wall Street keeps ringing its bell.
Something is in the air, if not Spring itself.
Optimism is more contagious than grim bad news.
There is nothing more forward-looking than holding a baby in arms.
So much future, so many more seasons.
In that context, it’s not so bad to put up with a few overcast days.
There are also sparks of creativity in this year’s Paris outerwear collection.
With Spring comes less laundry to do (wearing less), some Easter candies to eat and the Cherry Blossom Parade to attend.
Spring is in the air. Everyone seems to be eager for it,… except those with hay fever. Now, that explains the eye irritation starts coming my way.
There are always strings attached, even for Spring.