The view out my window this morning
Dear Spring,
I feel duped every year. The middle of March rolls around and I start gearing up for some lovely, sun drenched weather. I get itchy, anxious, almost certifiable gearing up to end my intense winter hibernation… but you never show up. Eventually you’ll breeze by for one glorious day (one that I am undoubtedly stuck inside for one reason or another) then leave in your place your gloomy, rainy, horribly depressed little brother who ends up sticking around like an oblivious houseguest. It is now the middle of April and you’ve made an appearance once this month.
My rational mind knows that this is typical. In recent memory you do tend to make us wait as long as possible to make your appearance, like you can’t hear how loud we’re cheering for you from behind the curtain. But you have to understand that the idea of spring evokes many strong emotions such as love, happiness, good will towards others and nostalgia. I always become filled up with memories of running around outside as a child only days after the first thaw and now I’m beginning to think they were all dreams. Why do you toy with us so? Why do you wait so long to show up? We really do want you here.
Spring, please consider my plea. I know I’m not alone. Come hang out with us and see how happy we become. I am also extending an invitation for you to over stay your welcome (I like you better than summer, you’re easier to clean up after).
Much love and warm, sunny wishes,
Lisa Lisa
-xo
SimonAndRoni 