March Blahs

It happens to me every year around this time.  The warm coziness of the holidays is over, spring is yet to begin and I get the blahs.  I look out at the dark gloomy skies (I live in Vancouver where it's often dark and gloomy) and my body and mind just ache for light.  I crave the feeling of bare feet, bare shoulders and sun on my skin.  I feel like I wake up in the spring and then come alive in the summer.  Late winter feels like something to get through. 

The View from Here

photo taken from my living room

In the winter I wear pants and sweaters (blah) but in the summer I wear outfits with matching jewelry not smothered by a heavy winter coat.  In the winter I eat apples harvested in the fall, but in the summer I get to savour the bright juiciness of fresh strawberries and peaches. I can almost taste that sweet nectar on my tongue just thinking about it.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate winter.  Sometimes nothing feels better than watching falling snow while sipping a cup of hot cocoa, but by this time of year, winter feels stale.  Like it has overstayed its welcome.  The trees are just waiting for a sliver of sunshine to burst forth with their blossoms and I too am waiting to burst forth with my creative blooms.  When winter has dropped its last icy rain drop, the city around me begins to spring to life. 

And when those first rays fall on me I will rub the sleep out of my eyes and stretch my limbs.  I will pop my head out of the cave I've been hibernating in and breathe in the sweet fresh air. 

I will savour the months ahead.  I will play outside.  I will wear pretty clothes, I will create pretty things and soak up all the sunshine and fun that spring and summer has to offer.

Until my body craves the crisp cool air of autumn...