What I’m Looking Forward to This Spring
There’s something about the first true hint of spring that feels like a quiet promise being kept. This morning, when I stepped outside with my coffee in hand, the air felt different. Not warm exactly, not yet, but softer. The kind of air that carries possibility instead of stillness. I stood there for a moment longer than usual, letting that gentle shift settle into my bones, and I realized how much I’ve been looking forward to this season without even saying it out loud. Winter has its own beauty, of course. I always appreciate the slower rhythm, the cozy evenings, and the permission to nest and rest. But by the time February begins to loosen its grip, I start to feel a stirring. I feel it in my thoughts first, with little ideas forming and plans beginning to take shape. Then I feel it in my hands. I want to make things again. Grow things again. Open windows. Clear corners. Start fresh. Spring always feels like an invitation to begin again. One of the things I’m most looking forward t...