In Alaska they call it "Breakup"
I feel it beginning, just as surely as the days are getting warmer and the season changes. False spring. Just because it got in the 40s today, just because the sun is bright and the sky is clear and I've been wearing shorts for the past two days doesn't mean that spring is springing. No, there's at least one more good snowstorm in that thar outside, and it frosted nice and heavy this morning. And will for many, many more mornings. But I guess you could say that the end is in sight, and some deep part of me knows it.
Spring is by far my favorite season. In Idaho, it's full of bright and myriad colors (especially green!), hundreds of vibrant, intense scents wafting on every breeze, brilliant and complex-yet-fundamentally-powerful tastes and sounds and energies, all of which beckon forth equally complex-yet-fundamentally-powerful emotions within me. While it is yet still far off, spring, like seizures, has auras which fill your mind and influence your behavior in strange and sometimes magical ways, presenting a thousand dancing, laughing possibilities and a million bright, new facets to even what you thought was old and well known. I hope I didn't ruin it all by comparing it to a neurological disorder. :-3
*big hugs*
Spring is by far my favorite season. In Idaho, it's full of bright and myriad colors (especially green!), hundreds of vibrant, intense scents wafting on every breeze, brilliant and complex-yet-fundamentally-powerful tastes and sounds and energies, all of which beckon forth equally complex-yet-fundamentally-powerful emotions within me. While it is yet still far off, spring, like seizures, has auras which fill your mind and influence your behavior in strange and sometimes magical ways, presenting a thousand dancing, laughing possibilities and a million bright, new facets to even what you thought was old and well known. I hope I didn't ruin it all by comparing it to a neurological disorder. :-3
*big hugs*