Spring! Not just a coiled piece of metel folks!

Ok so this blog will consist of two things. One short the other a little longer. Hopefully normal longer and not me longer since I tend to pontificate.

Fist - passwords. I pretty much use the same password over and over. And different variations of it. I realized today that if I blogged more often I would remember which variation I used cause I've had to change it a least three times due to my forgetful memory.

Second - Spring.

I love spring. It's my favorite time of year. Now bear in mind come fall I could be saying the same thing and Christmas similar words will spew forth in excited frenzy but the way things stand spring wins. My reasoning will be because it's the first true season of the year (Winter does not count...winter is hell).

Fall I'll argue that since my favorite times of the year come in threes and like anything that comes in threes the middle is always the best (ex. sandwiches, cookies i.e. oreos, middle children etc.) and therefore Fall is the best.

And Christmas....well who can argue about Christmas (besides the JW's, Athiests, cynics, and well anyone who happens to not believe in Christ or the commercialized version)? Ok so lots of people can but Christmas is the best time of year because it's the last big blow out before the next year. Before we have to wait for months and months for hell to thaw away (New Years does not count...it's just not magical enough for me).

But we are focusing on spring.

Spring is magical. Things change. There's growth and color and beautiful smells. And the smells are not created by man! It's like the world has this spontaneous eruption of life, color, and aromas. There's a tree on campus that turns pure white for a few days. Walking by the brightness of life and joy it calls out with splendid pleasure as if to say, "I'm here just for you!" You stop just to look and then it happens. The smell of something so beautiful it can't possibly be of this world no earthly word can describe...!

True we get more bugs but at least they find joy in staying outside instead of invading homes to stay warm. Another reason hell (see above reference to hell) should be banded from all existence (of course spring would not be as joyful if hell didn't exist but well I can ignore that fact).

I was walking from the library to my apartment the other day and what did I behold to my absolute joy? More aromatic trees. Smaller than my Pure White Beauty but all the same two rows of dancing ladies and delicate pink flowers inviting you to touch, smell, and enjoy. I felt like the world was giving me a great big hug and saying, "We missed you too!"

And it's not just the smells. Though I respond very kindly to nice smells. It's the color. The rain is nice as well cause even that alone leaves behind a nice aroma. But the look of it, the feel of it. It's like warmth and the moisture sets into your skin and want to become a part of you...giving never taking...like it's the bestest friend you ever had.

Spring was created just for me....I know it!