Let me set the scene for you. It is the first warm evening of the year, the one where everything sticks to you. You step out of the shower and suddenly the air is too thick. Hair clinging to you neck feels like tiny kisses. You become faintly aware of the sound of frogs outside, the sun melting into syrup as it fights for its final moments of glory, and the creek of well worn floor boards as they greet a family's footsteps. Your whole world is sticky. The night sticks to your skin and your senses as it wraps you in its warmth.
It's the beginning of Spring, and sometimes I feel like this whole season belongs to me. It whispers in my ear and blows playfully on my hair, making me laugh and smile despite my best efforts to remain focused. Summer is a far way off but Spring is Summer's long outstretched arm saying, "Come! Follow me. You're going to love this!" I am an April baby so maybe I'm biased. But when I fall asleep at night with the fan humming softly I can't help but to think that the day was a gift just for me, and that tomorrow it is my responsibility to give a gift of my own.
I really don't know how to paint the colors on the cheeks of laughing children. I can't be the warm breeze that blows through your open window at a stoplight. And I will never be as wise as the moon. But I can be myself, a child of Spring, a lover of light, a bright eyed wink to make you smile. If I can do just that - create more smiles to decorate the earth for Spring - then I will have given back the gifts of all these beautifully sticky days.
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