The Sun caressing the Earth, warm fingers brushing away the chill of winter. Blades of green thrusting toward the sky, no longer held back by the frozen soil. Wild violets, those eager spring greeters, open themselves to the fresh air. Oh, i've been pining for you, Spring, your hand in my hair and fire in my belly, energy waking up, rubbing the sleep from it's eyes and throwing off that cold blanket of snow. i've been waiting for your embrace. After all that teasing, you coy thing, here you are, dancing merrily on rays of sunlight and twirling in the breeze.
Can you feel it?