Yesteryear

Springiness. I think the end

Springiness.
I think the end of spring is one of my favorite times, when the trees are abloom the leaves are a fresh green and the flowers gently scent the air; their color illuminating the neighborhood. When the sun plays lazily amongst the leaves dappling everything in its goldenness.
But there is something to be said about walking down the when the weather is still a little gray, when the air is dank and humid with the hint of spring wafting upon it. The smell of freshly thawed soil, of rich dark earth, a muted mustiness, assaults your nose suggesting that soon the time will come for spring flowers, tubers and grains all ripe for planting, all ready for bloom. There is a crazy energy in this as if you can feel the ground awaking after a long slumber, your steps quicken and you feel like bouncing along regardless of the muted color of the skies, regardless of the worried stares of people as they watch you skip by.