I stepped outside this morning, dogs tugging on their leashes. A light rain had washed everything overnight. And there, on the back deck, it smelled like spring—if only for a moment.
Then, the dogs pulled me down the steps and into the mud.
But I feel like spring is here, even if it has been chilly, even if we do end up with more snow. I always feel like I’m waiting for the March equinox, which also happens to be the day of the Persian New Year.
To me, it feels like the new year. Being this far north, I sometimes think we should forget about January and February and hibernate until the equinox. Yes, we’ll probably get more snow, but it isn’t going to last. And on the other side is that wonderful halo of green that the trees will soon wear.
That gives me energy; that gives me hope.
Happy Spring and Happy Nowruz!
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