A taste of hope

I love spring.

I love Spring for how it looks. I love Spring for how it smells. I love Spring for its taste of hope. Who’s not hopeful when trees turn pink ?

I love its promise that no matter how things are, there will one day be flowers where yesterday were none.

I love Spring because Canada Geese are back to have fluffy babies and two magpies are building a love nest by my window. They will have babies too. I love Spring because it’s a tribute to life and being alive is worth a celebration.

I love Spring because I can read by the river and watch the sun set on its wavelets. The sun and the moon have been majestic lately, I think they love Spring too.

I love Spring for the bees that you hear drinking the trees’ nectar if you sit in silence under their blooming crown. I love Spring because it takes us away from concrete and dives us straight into Nature.

I love Spring because I can walk, further and longer, until the Moon leads me back home.

I love Spring for the song of the birds I try to recognize, for the smell of the flowers I learn to name, for the awe I feel when knowledge hits.

I love spring for the bats that fly by my window reminding me of a country I miss. There were no bats in Paris but back by the River my soul welcomed them as memories are welcomed. They had always been there.

I love Spring for the butterflies that land on my window in flashes of wonder. I love their color, I love their grace, I love how they live an ephemeral life to its fullest.

I love Spring because soon toads will start singing and I will haunt the night to listen to their calls.

I love Spring because we will walk by the river and follow our dreams matching out beating hearts. I love Spring because minutes before twilight His eyes will softly glow under the setting sun.