I grew up in Los Angeles and Arizona, where the seasonal changes are less apparent than in, say, in Maine or Vermont. I mean, it gets hotter in summer and colder in winter and that's about it. Perhaps because of this I have always felt myself spritually drawn to the vivid reds and golds of Autumn.
However, after a long, cold, dreary German winter I find myself deeply appreciating the warm spring sun and gentle spring breezes as I never have before. When I rode my bike to pick up my kids the other day from a friend's house I felt positively sun kissed. It was like I could breath in the spring air and sunshine through my skin.
It was a perfect moment of physical existence. I marveled at how each tree looked ready to burst with life and wanted to stop and look at each quivering bud.
As I approached home with my kids a gaggle of pre-teen girls crossed my path, clucking and chirping to each other and eating ice cream cones. On this gorgeous day, although my spring years are past and I'm well into late summer, I didn't envy them their plump skin and slender legs.
No. In my newfound wisdom and gratitude I saw past all that to their true divine nature and future potential.