First day of Spring

I don’t like winter. There’s no other way to put it. The cold numbs my brain. The grayness outside, the low leaden clouds, the cold rain, as cold as if the sky was melting ice, falling to earth bit by icy bit, drains my will. Winter is a great annual unwanted parenthesis in my life.

But springtime…well, that’s a whole other thing. A realm of different colors, smells and tastes. It is a time of activity. Just as in soon to come summer, even idleness is an activity in itself. The brain synapses begin firing like out-of-control neural bombs, authentic fireworks of ideas daring me to give them form. In rest, inner restlessness.

The image above, culled from a well known image bank, has been used for several ends. If I remember correctly, I saw it in an advertisement for an insurance company. But that is irrelevant. For it speaks of springtime, inner calm, sublime beauty, quite eroticism.

Today is the first day when the weather outside is really hot, with a balmy breeze gently rocking the cradle of this newborn Spring. And I feel like that image draws me into the inner realm where the gentle erotic ghosts of springtimes past still roam. And I am there, dancing among them, while the sun shines down on a pair of beautiful legs.