I feel a sense of rising and awakening – both in myself and others. I love puddle jumping. Watching the flowers bud in the garden. How the sun stays in the sky further into the night. I love the laughter I hear, filling the streets, the waterfront, the playgrounds.
It’s beautiful when we wake from that long winter sleep.
– E.B., chocoholic, carrot farmer, thumper, hippity, hoppity