Today

Tulips Today I woke up unsettled, sensing a coming transition.  It could have been the changing of the clocks {I slept late, but not really, the turning ahead was deceiving} or perhaps the birdsong, which has been growing more melodious and promising each day.  I felt as if I had been stagnant, caught in an endless cycle of snow and cold, and now change was coming.

This winter has been difficult...endless storms, frigid temperatures, little relief...but today I feel the start of a thaw.  Snowmelt, warmth, expansion; my bones loosening, my heart opening.  In some ways it is painful; release is always painful in a way, isn't it?  But it is also freeing.  There is a sense of possibility in the air, a desire to break with routine, to stretch boundaries, inhale deeply.  Standing barefoot on warm, worn, hardwood floors I feel lighter.  While dressing I find myself reaching for open necked shirts, rejecting the constraint that turtlenecks bring.  I am restless, desirous of movement, yearning for the warmth of the sun on my face.

Popeye mirrors this yearning.  Deep snow has confined his outside activity to a small shoveled space beyond our back door.  This morning I watched as he tentatively placed one paw...then another...on virgin snow.  Discovering that it held his weight he gingerly made his way across the yard.  He, too, has missed the freedom that warm weather offers.  He, too, is ready to stretch his bones and expand his horizons.

We are both ready for spring.