There are no adequate words for this time of year. I reach for literary vehicles that will convey the absolute joy I feel as I walk around the lake these days. Every few steps reveals a new shade of green, yellow, pink, white, magenta - all crowned with the bluest of skies.
It is the season of anticipation.
I think of all the things I look forward to - dinner with friends, vacations by the ocean, trips to the city, afternoons alone with a book, a good movie, family times... on and on. Almost better than the event itself is the anticipation of it. The thought rests feather-light on your soul for days. Something good is on the way.
Springtime is the ultimate something-good.
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