I'm working on it.

There is sun.
Finally after so many months of
dark, grey, cold, wet, drab.
And there are birds.
Their chirps stun me.
Marvelous.

The ground outside is still wet from last night's storm.
But the dampness, warmed by the sunlight smells good and clean and new.
Fresh.

The bright baby green leaves
budding everywhere echo that same good, clean, new, freshness.

Spring.
Spring light.
Spring color.
Spring sound.
Spring smell.

Spring. It is really that.
A leaping - a leaping forward.
A leaping toward the good, the clean, the new.
A leaping toward the fresh.

It is this that I've waited for.
Through the long autumn months and the dim winter light.