That time of the year

Life is unexpectedly full of infinite possibility and the air reeks of hope. This morning I walked around campus smiling at the tiny rain drops that decorated the trees. My feet danced along the damp pavements, ecstatic to be warm but free from the prison of snow boots. And this evening as the sky spun out several shades of dark blue, orange and purple, all at once, I skipped out of lab to find myself walking past a building where an a cappella group was performing for a lively audience in full gusto. The windows were thrown open, and the cheers and wild applause spilled out onto the street. After an entire winter of holding our joys and sorrows, fears and uncertainty in air-tight rooms that couldn’t breathe, it’s time to let the breeze rustle our curtains, and let passersby hear the clinking silverware and roaring laughter of our family dinners.

Little else lifts the spirits like the season Spring.