The season in which we fall deeply and irrevocably in love with the world.
Not that we fell out of love with the world before.
It is just that spring reminds us all over again why we fell in love in the first place.
After months of a clogged nose we can smell the world and remember what a privilege it is to do that. Flowers, young grass and crumbling earth all greet our noses with a kindness we had almost forgotten when winter offered nothing for us to enjoy with our sense of smell.
Day is a bright vision of beauty in the light of the sun.
Color has returned to the world softly green and somehow vibrant.
The sun sets later than before on a world of color.
Later it is still when the horizon glows faintly orange where the sun kissed it on its way out of the sky.
The night comes, gentle in climate.
Not driving a body away as quickly as it did before.
And also comes life.
Out of the earth and bare limbs of trees.
It burns now in our veins.
Rushing and red, driving us with a force we knew not in the cold of winter.
Filling us with the passion of spring.