OH SPRING, HOW I AWAIT YOU...

Staring out the window of my office, my eyes numbingly gaze at the grey dreary light of winter.  The only speck of colours I see are from various vehicles traveling up and down the street and even they are dulled by the gritty kiss of the road.  The sky blends into the roof tops and I am openly searching for the warmth of the sun.

The west coast weather is unpredictable per usual.  Beautiful blue skies one day, oppressive dark mood altering skies the next.

The colour, grey, makes me tired and fatigued.  And I fight my desire to hide beneath the warmth of my cozy duvet. 

I am counting down the hours until I am home where I will literally undress as I am walking thru the door in a search for my warm-filled pajamas.  I am longing to turn on the fireplace and stretch lazily out on my couch where my lovely pooch will snuggle upon my chest and we will blissfully doze together only to be disturbed by volume changes on the ever annoying television.

My better half will flop down beside us and we will sit contentedly together exchanging only a few moments of verbiage.

Undoubtedly, I detest this time of the year as it adds to the difficulty in keeping my uneven moods above water.  I spend the majority of the year struggling to resemble the person I was before chronic pain entered my life, compound that with dreary weather and I am unsure why my better half does not detest my presence.

I count through the months like a game of hide and seek, and hope that when I reach the number 10 and turnaround, spring will be blooming it’s magnificent foliage of colour.  Glorious spring with it’s beautiful flowers heavy in blossom and drenched in their own delicate perfume.  I cannot wait to observe the bees madly buzzing through my lavender, ladybugs landing on my cherry blossom tree, the honeysuckle sprouting forth and soft blue skies with pillow like clouds. I long to hear the Robin singing her beautiful tune with various other birds lyrically answering her call.  The thought of sitting on my bench gazing into nowhere on a cool spring evening as my neighbourhood goes silent, sends thrilling chills up and down my spine in anticipation. 

I seem to come alive with every flower that awakens.  My soul is bursting and I want to cornily break out in song.  Dress me up like Maria Von Trapp and I am sure that I will belt out “The Hills Are Alive.”

Oh yes Spring, you are my very favourite season.

And oh how I await your arrival.

Until Next Time.
Smooches Pooches.