Spring How I Heart Thee

 So there are many things that make me burst with excitement, many things that make me smile from ear to ear. All of different varieties too. Springtime being a very close favorite, there's undoubtably going to be shrills of hope and expectations. Spring just signifies the regrowth and renewed possibility of things to come. Winters in Philly can become contagiously bitter. One can easily lose themselves in the seasonal depression that takes over right after Halloween and flows straight into the New Year. So once Spring (my birthday) brings in its golden awe, I'm scratching to get through the door. "Let me outta this colorless melancholy!", my soul screams.

Instead of feeling like a glum introverted Death Cab For Cutie song, nowadays I'm more of a capricious, upbeat Smashing Pumpkins jig. Still with much depth and mysticism, yet positively content. You know, when the wind picks up and sort of reminds you thrice why you're breathing in the first place? Yeah. Like that. It's such an astonishing feeling to feel rebirthed. And not in the "religious/I'm holier than thou" sort of  rebirth. More of the "shedding of skin and the past" sort of rebirth. A second chance at greatness sort of rebirth. As many times a "second chance" can go 'round and still count as two. :)

But let's hoist to this lovely season. The season of hope and promise and possibilities. The season that gives you wonder of the summer. The season that lifts you from such a dank existence. The season that's perfectly in balance with winter and summer. The season that has the best of both worlds. The season that flourishes with creative and passionate twitterpation*. The season... that is currently enrapturing you at this very second. Breathe it in. Deeply into your core. Swallow. Then exhale.

Spring into your being now.

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.
--Henry David Thoreau

*"Bambi" reference, see YouTube