There comes a time for me, when the winter is just over. Today was that day. I’m not sure what it is exactly, something to do with the light, and longer days, the feel of the air, the smell of mud and a feeling I can’t explain, but know deep inside of me. It’s been a warm snowless winter and yet still there’s a change.
When this happens I take down the winter lights in my studio window, I stop wearing my winter coat, I open my doors and windows and let and the cold cleansing air move through my studio. The animals felt it too, Meg laid an egg, the first in months and Lenore jumped in the mud hole on the path and went for a swim.
If I had to choose, I’d say Spring is my favorite season, but I think it may be the change of seasons that really appeals to me. No matter what the season, moving from one to another is always a new beginning. And that’s what draws me, that momentum of endings and beginnings. The spiral that constantly moves forward with each upward and downward turn.