The Darling Buds of March

And the battle begins: little flecks of color begin to burst and gush forth in the wintry wind; green-gray now speckled with motley hues of pastel greens, pinks, blues, and lavenders; the chilly air faintly smells of heady jasmine, vanilla, and lavender, maybe a touch of mint. Mmmm. Spring: a time to renew and rejuvenate, refresh and awaken from the aching chills of sheer cold, the silence of darkness and necessary hibernation. It's funny how the most trying season is also the one that helps us grow, build strength, and realize the importance of the sun, and yet, we despise it.

And so this is my ode to the wintry cold: your harsh wind is tempered by the beauty of the falling snow on the pavement, the orange streetlight shining and reflecting through the intricate snowflakes; you remind me of the simple joy of warmth by a sparkling flame, engulfed in a rich, thick woolen blanket, the delight of sleeping in the falling rain, rhythmic taps against my window, or walking along the street wrapped in my favorite hat, coat, scarf, and gloves, and that most importantly, my - our warmth is something to share with those who find themselves at the mercy of the cold. Thank you, oh winter, for your cold, brazen hand... the sun has never felt so sweet.