Spring's Demise
The summer solstice occurs at approximately 12:38 PM. I must admit I don’t want spring to end, but as they say, "all good things must come to an end."
Yes, I had a few complaints, especially when the forecast called for intermittent showers, which turned into days of rain (I don’t put a lot of faith in the weatherman – I mean, weatherperson). And then there were the brief heat waves, which took me by surprise, but it’s nice to be caught off guard now and again, as to remind us all of what’s to come and to always be prepared.
I can’t remember when I’ve enjoyed the arrival of a vernal equinox and the entire spring season more, embracing each day as if it were my last. Each chance I got I took to the great outdoors, to hike on the local trails to witness minute changes of a season that brings so much promise and pleasure. The rapture of color within each flower truly was breathtaking – not one better than the other, but all remarkably beautiful.
As I look back I am reminded of many special moments. Dare I say, I really did enjoy my "me" time? Those early morning constitutionals were profoundly beneficial to my spirit and resolve. They were perfect for meditation and reflection. Evening walks by the stream, when mornings were not at their best, were healing. As for the end of the day, there is nothing like watching the sun go down, witnessing the effervescent glow of light drifting across an open field or rebounding off a flower. It’s magical and breaches the soul with refinement and splendor.
I presented with a full heart when spring arrived, and what I got in return exceeded my expectations, and today before it ends I’ll take that final, bittersweet early morning walk, mourning its demise, but holding true to its promise of returning after winter’s bitter end.
I close this post thanking my "plus ones" for those impromptu strolls, happy for the merriment, conversation and laughter, which now becomes a keepsake in time and a memory I’ll call upon now and again, if ever the road is troubled and definitely in my golden years when I look to trace my steps in time.
Thank you, spring for adding a bit more luster to my life. I will remember you fondly. – paerki