It doesn't look nor feel like spring, but alas, it has arrived. I won't lie, I do not like the spring. In fact, I prefer this single day's nemesis, the autumn equinox. This year it falls on September 22nd. I am counting the days. I look forward to the clocks rolling back, the moisture-stripped leaves rustling along the cobblestones and in backyards, and the long howl of darkness to return. I love that sense of mystery.
It just feels better wrapped around me.
It's okay if you like the sunlight, lots of people do. There's usually one day in the month of May I like. It's not a particular day, like say, the 12th or something. It's whatever day catches my fancy, some 18 bright hours during that month where it's warm and feels kinda damp and green. That's all I need for my Vitamin D shot.
After that, I quietly reserve myself to my den and wait for the spring and summer to die. When the fall returns, I will come out and wait for the night to wash over me. I can almost smell the hearth and pumpkin treats.
That's it for now.
Happy spring, Normals.
Barry