It is a state of mind, a promise of fresh beginnings and tentative hopes. A reminder of the timeless cycle of Life, a boost to spirits depressed by the winter's languor. A sweet but forceful lesson that, for every end there is a beginning. That the only thing permanent in life is impermanence. That bleak days don't last forever.
Spring means different things to different people.
For me, it means I can throw open up the windows of my home and let in the cool breeze. I can put away those heavy sweaters and jackets, which weighed me down in more ways than one. I can feel the wind rustle my hair as I drive to work and forget all about the heat in the car drying my already chapped skin and lips. It gives me the time to recharge my batteries, away from the nerve-wracking banter of kids. I can catch up on my Yoga and get more iron on my arms.