A love Letter to Spring

Written By : Grace Weidenhamer

I just want to bottle it up. The crisp warmth in the evenings. The lavender skies. The floral scent in the air. The birds singing their excitement from the tree tops. Other than the occasional below-freezing days we get in Ohio, to me, Spring is perfect. 

Maybe it’s because of the harsh contrast of winter. Dead branches finally fill with greens and purples. Like a paint by number, daffodils and tulips fill in the grey space with color.

It’s like a second New Years, only better. Days are longer and full of more possibilities. There’s an energy that buzzes alongside you that winter just doesn’t provide. We’re like the buds on the trees, ready to blossom into the best versions of ourselves. 

Quiet reflection turns into aligned action. A long hibernation turns into a sense of community. Hopes and dreams turn into reality. 

The whole season is metaphorical. Rebirth, renewal, redemption. There’s something all these words have in common - the promise of repetition. I find that comforting about Spring. No matter how long a season of life, it is always cyclical. What you thought was gone for good will come back again. 

That’s what I love about Spring; it’s sort of a promise. A quiet reminder that the dark and cold shall eventually pass and you will see the light again. That new beginnings are not possible without endings. That Spring is not possible without a little winter.