Awhile back I found inspiration on a very similar day, sometime in fall, where the wind blows just soft enough to say goodbye to heat and air condition and let nature control your environment. Beautiful days, sunny and warming with a breath of a breeze are complete serenity to me. Today felt like a promise. I watched the snow melt at the side of the road and smiled, wishing it away for the year. I don't want to be bombarded with another snowstorm; this hint of spring tastes too good to see fade away as fast as it came. I'm ready for bare arms, long hair, and color in my skin.
Winter has set me restless in the worst way, and it's passing is nothing worth mourning. I hope that thermometer refuses to dip and the sun wins the war over the cold. My arm's out the window and for once the breeze doesn't sting my perpetually chilled hands. Who can wish that away, pass up sunny skies for snow covered car accidents? I never could fall into the spell of the whitewash. Green and yellow takes over and my disposition is that much brighter.
Seasons change nothing like shifts. Stressless, nature takes its course. No call ins or no shows; progression is inevitable. New seasons always have brought me hope at the thought of everything they will contain. Today my heart beats a little faster, and I'm excited without knowing why. I like it this way; the pending gifts and promises are enticing. Mindlessly my changes have begun, nature taking me as it took the winter coats. I'm running towards something, throwing off the weight I always carry come wintertime. Just across the starting line, I have every intention to see this through.
So I'll hold my breath and keep my windows rolled; I'll fight any recession with everything in me. I can count on the sun to shine. I hope this shift in me was reflected in countless other souls who witnessed the sun on skin today. This is promise for beauty blossoming from the barren.
This feeling is lasting in me; I can only hope the weather does too.
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