The Promise of Spring
When I was a kid and up until a few years ago, my favorite season was winter. Maybe it was a reflection of my mindset, but the gray and gloomy days appealed to me immensely. I loved the rain- I still do- and never minded getting soaked. It made me feel connected to the earth. It made me feel alive.
I'm lucky to live on the Mediterranean where our winters are not too harsh, where sunshine and frost mix perfectly to create a weather that's just cold enough, when a sweater and a jacket are more than enough to keep you warm. However, in recent years, I've found that winter pales immensely in comparison to Spring, particularly now, as Spring in my university is something else: There's just enough sun that you can get a little tan from sitting in the green oval, but not roast to death. Walking in the little passageways between lower and upper campus actually becomes enjoyable, as eccentric flowers are in full bloom during that season.
Spring, to me, signifies a turning point, a breath of fresh air, a new chapter. It indicates that soon, Summer will be here and all our problems will go away (or just become smaller and smaller, like people in rear-view mirrors). I think I like Spring as much as I do because of the moments I associate with it: I finished high school in spring. I celebrate my birthday in spring. Days get longer in spring. I can wear sundresses and jackets (my favorite combination), shorts and boots. Spring is the season of new possibilities. And as I sit here, writing this piece, I am reminded of that. Every season is beautiful, whether it's associated with rain and thunder or sunshine and heat, but there's just something about Spring that makes me feel inherently better, and somewhat invincible.
As you know, I've been deliberating for a long time on whether I should change my blog's name or not. But yesterday, something just clicked. I was driving at night with the windows down and the rain softly hitting my arms while a beautiful song played on the radio, and I felt an inexplicable sense of contentment. This is when I finally decided to change my blog's name to "The Promise of Spring". Because that's what that night felt like, a promise. A promise that somehow, things would always be okay. A promise that great things were ahead. A promise that the world made to me, and that I want to make to you.
Spring, to me, signifies a turning point, a breath of fresh air, a new chapter. It indicates that soon, Summer will be here and all our problems will go away (or just become smaller and smaller, like people in rear-view mirrors). I think I like Spring as much as I do because of the moments I associate with it: I finished high school in spring. I celebrate my birthday in spring. Days get longer in spring. I can wear sundresses and jackets (my favorite combination), shorts and boots. Spring is the season of new possibilities. And as I sit here, writing this piece, I am reminded of that. Every season is beautiful, whether it's associated with rain and thunder or sunshine and heat, but there's just something about Spring that makes me feel inherently better, and somewhat invincible.
As you know, I've been deliberating for a long time on whether I should change my blog's name or not. But yesterday, something just clicked. I was driving at night with the windows down and the rain softly hitting my arms while a beautiful song played on the radio, and I felt an inexplicable sense of contentment. This is when I finally decided to change my blog's name to "The Promise of Spring". Because that's what that night felt like, a promise. A promise that somehow, things would always be okay. A promise that great things were ahead. A promise that the world made to me, and that I want to make to you.
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