We welcomed another Spring season into our world yesterday. I couldn’t help but feel light hearted and that all was right in our world as I bopped around the house cleaning up, doing laundry, and kneading bread dough. The day started out with such a sense of hope; hope that the cold chill of winter was over, hope that a family separated would soon be together again, hope that those so close to our hearts but so far away in distance would stay connected through the miracles of modern technology. I basked in the early morning sunlight and warmth and was confident that the trials we are experiencing at the moment would soon make their way out of our lives and usher in a renewed vigor along with the sweet Spring breezes that flowed in from the outside. It was refreshing.
…A Renewal of Hope
And then, in the late afternoon it clouded over. The temperature dropped and the breeze became chilly instead of refreshing. The clouds opened up and it rained down the first Spring shower. But this didn’t dampen my spirits, my hope. I suppose I looked at the rain as a washing away of winter, of the cold dark dreariness that is an old man waiting to be reborn.
I stayed up way too late. I didn’t want the day/night to end. I savored every moment with my love last night. It was well after 1 am when we turned out the lights. At 6 I was up for a drink…and the rain continued outside. I stood at the window looking out into the wet night. It was a beautiful sight. I didn’t begrudge Mother Nature for the afternoon and evening of showers. I didn’t feel anxious that it would continue into the next day. It had been a long, cold winter, and it would take much to wash it away.
