Seeing Spring

I bound out into the foggy morning air, still under wraps of winter’s cool blankets, and as my feet meet and greet the sidewalks, my eyes wander up, down and all around, breathing in the bright, vibrant, almost electric green that is Spring’s chromatic signpost. And there! Look there! That purple bursting out upon naked thin branches. This color! How to describe its beauty! It bathes my eyes in warm undulations of hued pleasure. And over in that patch of dirt, crops of dandelions and other unnamed “weeds” spread their glory upon the soil, welcoming my gaze to rest gently upon their flourishing and verdant existence. Even my liver feels the restorative powers of these foliate, still unripe hues. I feel my body attuning to the raw unpolished nature of Spring, knowing we are as yet still on her creative verge.