It feels like spring today...
I think today was the first day of Spring. Not the calendar start of spring, of course, but the spiritual one. It had that sense of oncoming summer, of blue sky and white clouds and bare trees and sunshine. The snow has finally melted and the grass is limp as baby's hair, a weak shade of green more akin to yellow, the sort of color you only see once a year. It's still a little chilly outside, but the sun is warm and golden. The wind comes in spurts, sometimes just a breeze, sometimes a torrent that pushes against you like a wall. I can't help but feel that the world has woken up again today. It feels so much like spring and it's only February.
I've been reading Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli. I started it at work around 11:00 and I'm almost done. It's been a long time since a book has moved along so quickly, so effortlessly. I think we each have a Stargirl and a Starboy inside us; neither one better than the other, neither worse, each needing to be expressed, but also needing balance with the other.
Lately I'm reminded of summers from my past. Like the summer before last, when I spent my days with the window open and birds singing, when Princess Portal was like my bible and the hours were filled with decorating and reading and dreaming. Or the summer when I was 12, my first proper summer vacation, when I read Pollyanna and discovered music and ran around the 5-acre-swathe barefoot, longing for something I couldn't understand, when the evenings were full of Final Fantasy VIII and I wanted to be Rinoa and Squall all at once, and I wondered how he could see the world so much like I did.
I hope it stays like this all month.