The Blossom of Spring

It's finally May, my favourite month of the year.

Well, it's my second favourite after December. Nothing beats the festivity and whimsy that is the Christmas season.

I thought to write something of a love letter to the month of May. After all, it is in this month, nearly 28 years ago, that my glorious life began.

And by 'glorious', I mean a life of absolute wonder, because I am still yet to understand the meaning of it all.

Spring is the newness life offers after seasons of harsh conditions. It is the sun shining brighter above me, as it softens the stiffness of my face with its cool warmth. It is the wind blowing through my hair, so tenderly, I imagine myself swaying from side to side in a field of daisies.

Spring says, "I'm still here. And because I'm still here, anything is possible.'" May is the month of possibility.

Spring has returned like an old friend with the hope and anticipation of a fresh start.

Spring is unpredictable, and it will surprise you. Even so, dare I ask, "Surprise me, Spring."

Change me. Make me over again - ten times over. I want to be as new and breathtaking as the rising sun at the break of day.

I want to be Spring...the blossoming flowers, the clear blue skies, the laughter of children playing in the park, the buzzing bees, the splashing puddles...

Spring is...tinted rosy lips and cheeks, flowy linen skirts, long goodbyes and warm hellos, floral dresses and kitten heels, rain and thunderstorms...I want to be all of it.

Perhaps, I already am.