A New Day – 51 – Spring’s Hazy Transition
Inching, itching along at the cold layer left over on our skin we worship every moment of the peeking sun as though it’s something different from the one that kept us bright through winter. The ground regains its normal shape, no longer mounded over and several feet high. How many of us regard the land, the ground, the grass, the rocks, the road, the sidewalks as though we’ve never seen them before? My dog trots along urgently smelling the soggy dull grass. It’s as if all the old smells retained their grace and she just simply can’t get over this renewed sense of life. She has me looking at the ground in such great relief that the flat low profile of land is still what I remembered it to be, even if it feels so new to me.
Now why do they call it Staghorn Sumac? Hmm
Year after year we’ve been through this, summer, fall, winter, spring, start it all over and do it again. But what magnificence life holds and provides us after our survival of the Polar Vortex! Gusty winds and far below freezing temperatures, record snow falls and record efforts. When’s the last time you shoveled so much, so frequently?
When I run I notice everything it seems. My path is clear and yet it’s less visible now because the street lights don’t have any snow to reflect off. The sidewalks, all of them, are available to me now. No more dodging the long stretches of deep snow and ice. I get too warm now. It’s like a night on the town, I don’t quite know what to wear. The wind is like the fingers of Spring reaching out to sooth me, generally not too cool and certainly not too warm, rather just enough to relieve my overdressed state. I’m not just fighting the elements anymore, I’m striving to work with myself and everything around me.
Even as the forecast still makes us shiver we have a lot to work with. One thing I so love about Spring is the “haze” as I like to refer to it; that subtle green that starts to creep in, the colors that serve you best if you don’t focus on them but let them blur in your perspective. This hazy transition is like the pale blue or bright fire that glows just before the sun comes up, the promise of a day ahead. And so I watch the new growth, I stand in awe, I photograph it, I share it, I cherish it for what it means this hazy transition of color into Spring.
Intensifying purple of the raspberry vines
Before the trees green over and the grass requires cutting, before the world is once again covered in color take a moment to rejoice in the simplicity of this transitional, magical zone of change. Look at how the color of the birds is intensifying – Cardinals, Blue Jays, Robins, etc. – it’s not just the green in fact that has yet to really begin. I think I’ll almost miss seeing the sky through the trees, the unfiltered sunlight, the crisp winds. As I wish for more of the warmth so that I may go about freely as I please I tell myself to hold back and just enjoy the cool simplicity of a Spring breeze.
What’s changing around you? What stands out to you in your transitional haze?
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