With every change of season people look, expect and hope for signs. Spring may well be the most anticipated season. The hope a furry and rather unreliable and unpredictable creature won't extend the winter season another six weeks. The anticipation of minute bulbs popping up and bursting open like the acne of nature's face. Those first, precious bulbs create a stir in people's souls - the need for warmth. The expectation of 'nicer' weather.
For me, it is the first rain married with a temperature close to sixty degrees that causes the stir. Walking my dogs Thursday night around 8:30 pm I noticed a peculiar wetness to the air molecules bombarding my face. Could it be? Enlisting my other senses, I wanted to be sure I wasn't fantasizing. Sure enough, I could smell nature's odor. That particular earthy scent enveloping everything. Like a teenage boy who has just begun to play or exercise - an almost musky fragrance wrapped cleverly in sweetness. The stony wet smell as the spritz absorbed the aromatic dryness encased in the ground, the trees, and the pavement.
Breathing deeply, my lungs expanded, filling with a concoction only nature could secrete. First rain is a delectable treat to my senses. I relish the experience of the feisty wind whipping my jacket open, teasing my lashes with fine particles, and whooshing my hair back as if it craves to see my face. I sip daintily on this elixir, wanting this peculiar and heady moment to last longer. My heart and soul are alive and soaring like an eagle ecstatic to be in spring flight again.
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