Bask In A Spring Day
Today has been a long time coming. Not that winter is really over, or the grey is banished from the schedule, but today is supposed to be like yesterday, with sunshine in abundance and daffodils conspicuously present.
Oh my goodness, there is such pleasure in enjoying outside!
Of course, spring hasn't shown up everywhere.
In California, spring days are called Mondays (or any other day of the week). In New York, spring appears from April 22-29th, then yields to summer. In Atlanta, we'll call it "spring" so long as the humidity isn't high enough to curl the dogs hair.
And today, my friends, is such a day!
This quick little poem captures the mood perfectly. Don't we all want to smash a snow globe and release the inhabitants?
If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary's cage, indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out, holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white, well, today is just that kind of day.
- Billy Collins