Of all the seasonal changes I feel that none is as important as the change from winter to spring.
Whilst the white blanket of snow that engulfs the landscape is the most favourable to some it can also hide the darkness and coldness that not only fills the land but also the heart inside. Winter has never been my most favoured of seasons, only the anticipation of Christmas breaks up the monotony of a cold and barren time. The days are short and the nights are long, this just makes me feel often miserable.
Today marks the first day of Spring, as I stare outside I can see the bulbs of flowers emerging from the ground, the leaves are returning to the trees. People are bringing out garden furniture and painting the exterior of houses has begun. Why even this very morning I could smell the scent of cut grass.
We no longer live in a time of four seasons, it is usually just two dull grey and wet seasons that we experience these days. But one thing that never changes is the emergence of spring, a time where the dullness of winter is replaced by the colourful return of warmer times. Not only does it warm the air, it also warms my soul.
