spring is a lesson in patience.
while the other transitional periods between seasons are associated with the dread of the season's waning and the wish that it might proceed with more lethargy (of summer becoming fall, fall becoming winter), the period between winter and spring is when i want to jump ahead the most, to race february and march to the finish line where i can walk outside and actually feel the sun that seemed previously dormant for months. in spring, we mill about restlessly as the world defrosts, a condition that can be diagnosed as spring fever; it is as if our only hope for a cure is found in watching color return to the landscape and life return to the air.
perhaps this notion has to do with my personal preference for warm weather over cold weather, but it is mostly due to the fact that waiting for the season i enjoy most arrives at the slowest pace. however, i am fairly confident that most would agree that the new life of spring is refreshing to say the least. but, that's only an assumption. maybe autumn into winter is in fact your season of patience.
we wait for the sun to surface, the air to warm, the wind to calm and the trees to blossom. there is nothing that we can do to physically manipulate the course of nature, in order to make spring advance any sooner, or to make summertime's arrival any less gradual. we can observe for ourselves that some things (however discomforting this thought is to some), are out of our control, and that some of the best things in life are worth the wait and the anticipation; all we can do is wait, to look out the window and breathe, trusting that things will turn up, turn out, and be okay. and in our lives, that's healthy. because, i mean really, how often do we allow that to happen?