Fleeting shifts

My favorite kind of weather are those brief periods between seasons. 
Those fleeting shifts... 
of temperature, of the sun, of the seasons
of the mind.
Each glorious transformation of the weather reworks us- nature pushing us to metamorphosis. 

In particular the switch from winter to spring is one of my favorites.

As the sleepy, cold winter melts into a brilliant, sunny spring the colors regain their vibrancy. The birds migrate back their songs starting our mornings once again. The sun sits higher in the sky gleaming down on us stronger, longer. Energy rejuvenated. We feel the force calling us outside from our hibernation. 

We plant gardens
we go on hikes
we lay like lizards on park benches
in the grass with our ice coffees
soaking up the vitamin D that we lacked for 5 long months
we bundle in sweats and blankets down to beaches 
touching sand, hearing the waves that have not been heard
since Summer fell into Fall

Those first few weeks when the ground becomes soft again
the buds poke from the trees
the grass turning from a mosaic of dull yellows and browns
to radiant green 
the creatures reappearing from their long slumbers
the smell of Spring in the air- a nostalgic scent triggering 
warm memories 

Bringing us back to life- 
 absolute euphoria.