The first signs of Spring light almost always fill me with a fizz…pulled out gently from my sleepy, introspective daze, I feel looser, lighter, brighter, a little braver.
I want to be moving, moving anywhere, when Spring comes. It happens every year. Itchy toes. I long for journeys, new sights, new life, beginnings. I feel younger and more able to breathe.
I’m fond of Autumn, for its slow wind down and gentle curves. I am accepting of Winter too, for its reminders, and settling and grounding of the spirit.
But Spring is my absolute favourite time of all.