In general, spring is my least favorite time of the year. The ground is still squishy and it could snow or rain at any minute. True, the birds are singing again, the rabbits are chomping on the clovers and the sun is out later making the days seem longer but it all feels like a tease. Spring can be summed up like this: the days warm up enough to trick me into wearing flip flops but by the end of it my feet are freezing!
This year after the snowbanks finally melted I feel like the change of seasons has been a real awakening. Compared to last year, I'm trying to make time stand still and savor every moment of the spring season. I even looked up the definition of the spring solstice on Wikipedia; it was way too wordy and technical for me to get anything out of it. I guess I should have known that Wikipedia is not the place to look when one is trying to define a feeling. I am constantly going back and forth in time looking at what I did before and after 5/14/09. I then compare it to the same day, month, hour, even minute the next time around. I inevitably feel more sentimental about my experiences; I even mourn slightly for the melting snow which means winter has ended. That season and moment is gone and I wonder what it means to now view my life in these pie-shaped pieces of time.
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