Spring never ceases to break my heart.
Just a little bit.
Like getting near the end of a good book and feeling that small tug. Because you know the more you keep reading the quicker the book will be over and yet you just can't help yourself.
Or that moment, mid vacation, when the balance suddenly tips and you realize the time you have left is less than the time you've spent away.
It's bittersweet.
And yet it is life.
A good thing, to be a good thing by it's very definition, can't go on forever.
Ot it would be status quo.
The brevity is what makes it worth savoring.
Spring in Wisconsin is brief.
Compared to the encompassing pall of winter, anyway.
You feel the change early on.
But it is subtle, slow, tiny.
An extra minute of daylight here.
A snatch of birdsong there.
A thaw that lasts. And then lasts.
And then suddenly the grass is turning green and plants suddenly abound, waiting to be bought at nearly every store and the trees are all covered in the most beautifully fragrant blossoms and leaf buds...
And then it's summer.
Hot.
Busy.
Different.
We wait so long for Spring.
There is such a yearning and such a desire for it's return and all too quickly it's over.
So I really try to enjoy these days. And not hurry them along.
Because it will be a whole long year before they return.
