Day 9.

This is my favorite kind of weather. The wind is lightly blowing mixing the sent of bright sunshine and new flowers. The little "woodland" between Emerson and Traer that has worn a think brown covering of dead leaves since fall is turning green with patches of purple and yellow flowers. The temperature is neither hot nor cold; instead, the weather is frequently described as chilly and warm. I love this season that reminds me of new beginnings, of second chances, of rebirth.... 

Spring feels like the beginning of a new year. The death of most everything green in the winter time makes everything seem dead, that everything is ended. But when spring comes, the plants and bugs that survived the harsh cold come alive again, they start over, they're reborn. It's lovely. Walking through the woods is even more peaceful and pleasant, and I can't help but gaze upwards. My chest swells with awe and my mind fills with thanks for being where I am, for seeing the beautiful smelling snowflake blossoms, for hearing the chirping birds' lullaby... 

Spring is definitely in the air and I love it.