As the thaw gains momentum, we roll. The mercury ventures above freezing by a few degrees and the people rejoice and sit in silent revelry, faces trained on the nearing Sun. A Sun to which we hold no grudge. All is forgiven as the warmth circles.
Undeterred by the earthy remnants of soil and leaf that are exposed as winter recedes, we stand and let our feet sink in. Fists raised and arms bare we welcome this time of transition and all its' messy glory. The mess extends inside as children feel the shift and their minds race with all of the possibilities. Books are opened, pictures drawn and dry clothes garnered as they head back outside for another dose of inspiration. Disjointed branches lay strewn, lost in battle, across the landscape amidst the rotten leaves and stubborn snow. We poke our noses from our holes and hold them high in the air to catch the shifting scent of transformation as the land prepares to usher in a time of unparalleled growth. Evolving.
The same temps that had us running for wool hats and sweaters back in the fall, have us happily shedding them in the downhill race through March toward a season of rapid change. Chilly winds that foreshadowed the coming of winter are diluted by the gentle warmth of encroaching spring. A seasons worth of stored energy with all of its' potential is now transformed and kinetic and we roll. The reflections of winters' calm solitude make way for the future and a time for life. For being in the midst of it all. And toward that, we happily roll.
