Day 9: Spring
There is a distinct difference in experiencing Spring in the north vs. the south. I grew up in the south, where the seasons changing isn’t quite as drastic. The weather gets warmer and the flowers bloom. It’s beautiful. Then I moved to the north. There, the spring was (at least for me) a whole new ball game. Spring was no longer “Oh look how pretty that flower is.” Instead, it became, “Oh thank God! If I have to bear this awful cold one more second I’m going to curl up and die!” Spring was a beacon of hope. The gripping chill of winter had passed, and the warmth came back to the earth and my soul. Every day that the weather got warmer, I found myself more grateful. The smell in the air, a warm breeze, the fact that I didn’t have to wear 14 layers… The icy chill around my heart began to thaw. I could feel my body relaxing as I no longer resented the outside world. I made an effort to be present in nature because I knew that the warmth would again fade, and I would be confined to my home for another winter. As much as I hated living up north (I’m just a southern girl at heart, I guess), I learned to appreciate the seasons and the cycle of the earth so much more while I was there.