20:46 - 2005-03-16
In Which Carol Tries to Sprout Wings
It's pushing onwards towards spring here. I love spring, I really do. Despite the mess of the weather and the mud and all that other crap, it's warmer, the air smells nice and it makes me want to lie out on the grass and just relax for an afternoon. Spring makes me feel like I could fly and there's this sensation that even if stuff sucks at the moment, it'll be okay and sort itself out.
Spring makes me want to run. To throw myself against the warmer air currents and maybe they'll lift me up and I can sail on them. And even when the ribbons of warm air don't bear me aloft, they still pull back my hair. When I run in spring, the air has fingers and it runs them through my hair, tugs on it, pulls on it, plays with it. I love that feeling.
Spring makes me want to dance. Maybe it's this secret pagan part of me, but spring makes me want to throw up my hands and rejoice that the winter has passed and the sun is reclaiming the land. I want to share that happiness with the earth and the sky and everyone who passes and it makes me want to dance and turn cartwheels and dance some more until finally I flop down on the grass and laugh and laugh.
Spring makes me smile. Spring makes me want to climb a tree and read and go skinny dipping in the cloisters and shout at the sky because it's spring and spring as much as anything, feels right.
As much as I love the rest of the year as it turns towards me, I wouldn't mind living in spring just a little more often.
