Something is awakening deep in the earth, or perhaps it would be more precise to say that the earth itself is awakening from its winter slumber. There are flowers blooming on every corner and new growth on every tree. Playgrounds are filling up again with families enjoying the late afternoon sun, outdoor cafes are beginning to fill. Jackets are being left behind, with long sleeves soon to be banished for another seven months. The city is rediscovering itself as the temperatures rise. The seaside promenade is a hub of happy activity. Energy levels are rising, and with them spirits. I too feel optimism rising within me like the sap rises in the trees. The dark days are ending, the light is shining again.
I am affected so strongly by the waxing and waning of the light, even here in this land where winter is but a shadow of what it could be and beautiful sunny days appear as if by magic even in January. I can't bare to imagine what devastation living through a true northern winter again would wreak on my soul. It could only have been the carelessness of youth that saw me through twenty of them. My older, more fragile self shudders at the thought, and whispers words of gratefulness that I don't have to.