The air is aroma therapy and unfettered promise. Hope is a shade of baby green that adorns every unfurling leaf, blade, and flower stalk – so delicate and vibrant in their recentness, not knowing they will soon grow robust and darken with age. Springtime’s effect flows through everything. Mother Nature exhales the frost away. She opens Her lungs wider than she has in ages – for a sigh and laughter. Yet, we’ve tasted this sweetness before; knowing the rebirth soon fades again makes it all the more precious.
… as though my blood has started pumping again…
possibilities gain a fresh lens, a new sparkled appeal.
After all, doesn’t Her blood run through all our veins?
The slightest tease of warmth has us out in Union Park every day the sun shines. Playing tennis when the court is empty (one of two tennis nets has been taken down due to quarantine social distancing), kicking the soccer ball or tossing the frisbee. A bottle of wine or big mason jar of tea accompanies once we settle onto the grass for a respite. Pure post-winter bliss.
I’m can’t be the only one slightly reveling in this time to slow down.
How often does a normal work schedule get in the way of seeing the sun move from its apex to down below the horizon?
If the sun is shining and the Chicago wind not too high…
I’ll be here.
Finished Bukowski’s Women. Read my book review, if you’d like! Midway through Pulitzer Prize Winner The Overstory by Richard Powers. Loving it! Highly recommend checking it out if you are a fan of A) trees! or all flora & fauna, B) converging storylines, C) the search for purpose in life, D) unity in all its shapes and forms. Or honestly because E) it’s an exceptional read and beautifully written. I’ll do my own quick review once I’m done.
Remember to support your local booksellers! xo
ROUGH meet SMOOTH 