It begins with sunshine, of course. A bright, open, enveloping radiation, not the kind that causes birth defects or cancer but the kind that soothes and enlightens, rolls you up under its tongue, and nestles. It’s a chirpy day, with crisp air and something buzzing organically just too far away to pick out. And the sheets are warm, pillow cool, the window bright but not glary. And there’s a friend knocking on your door, with a smile and a donut, an old-fashioned chocolate buttermilk, and you laugh together and hug and look outside and marvel because this, this is Spring.
The Start of SomethingIn by Wyatt on March 28, 2011 at 11:18 am