I almost forgot

When spring arrives I get an overwhelming feeling of survival....and hope. As much as I loath bundling by the end of winter, I can not imagine living in a place without the distinct separation of the seasons.

We had the kind of weekend here in Columbus that serves as a reminder of what is coming. Sun filled days riding bikes and air warm enough to enjoy a day at the zoo without shivering. What a treat. I know that we will soon be seeing green plants poking through the ground as the grass is now winning out to the snow.

Dar Williams expressed it so well in her song February:

"And February was so long that it lasted into March

And found us walking a path alone together

You stopped and pointed and you said, 'That's a crocus'

And I said, 'What's a crocus?', And you said 'It's a flower.'

I tried to remember, but I said, 'What's a flower?'

You said, 'I still love you.'"

I forgot, like I do every winter, how glorious the warm sun feels, how freeing it is to walk outside without bracing for the cold, how much lighter life itself can feel when the evenings are bathed in sunlight. And, as Cooper said at the zoo, how wonderful it is to have "a beautiful day for running".