Its a lazy day at the tail end of the weekend, the sun just now setting. Our windows are thrown open, and surprisingly there is no chill. I still sit comfortably near the window in a T-shirt,watching as the light melts away. Coming out of the store tonight I could hear the faint intermittent calls of Peepers. Spring is here.
It was the kind of day where people begin to come out of hibernation. As I drove down the street, I saw people jogging, raking, and a lone child biking down the sidewalk. She looked to be only 8, her hair falling around her face. She did wide, sweeping circles back in forth under the careful gaze of her Grandmother.
This weekend had the kind of beauty that enveloped you. Some days it is harder to find, hidden in the small details, or the hidden moments. But not today. Today it surrounded you, seeping into your senses. The heavy burden of the Winter can finally be shaken off. With a forecast predicting straight sixties all week, it may be safe to say Winter is over.
I spent the weekend being outside as much as possible. Saturdays trip to Boston left me with sore legs and a burnt face, yet I felt complete. Sundays visit to Taylor Mill calmed me, and gave me time to reflect. Spring is a time of renewal, and this is mirrored in my life.
As the world change around me I wonder what my next step will be. I have hit a critical point where I am ready to take a risk and follow my dreams. I am setting the ground work. As the days pass I slowly realize that I draw closer to the beginning of a large risk. While this is exciting it is terrifying as well. Its time to throw in my chips and see what happens. Hopefully my life will be reborn as well. Its an unknown at the moment, but soon enough we will see.