I’ve had my spring. From my window I watch the young lovers stroll hand in hand, watch families and children frolic in the park, sense the days growing longer and more balmy.
Spring is sensual. It’s the smell of freshly mown grass, the scent of a girl’s perfume. The yellow eye of a daffodil, the ruby petals of magnolias ablaze with colour. The laughter of children playing in the park, alive with excitement after the gloomy confinement of winter.
Spring is expectation, thoughts of better days to come. Feelings of hope and joy.
Enjoy your spring. It doesn’t last forever.
Written by Peter Larsen
Peter is a secondary teacher at Traralgon College in Victoria, Australia.