Maybe it is hearing the birds chirping in the morning and
finally seeing the sun when I wake up.
Maybe it’s driving with my windows down and The Pixies blasting out of
my poor, almost blown, speakers.
Then again, maybe I’ve been in a semi-decent mood because
these are all signs of spring. Yes,
that is it. Spring has sprung and I
couldn’t be happier.
After the bleak winter skies and cold, blustery winds, a
certain charge of electric excitement runs through the veins of millions as the
sky releases it’s golden sun. The way I
figure, after the Ides of March have trampled by, we’re in the clear for
springtime fun.
This past weekend, while cleaning out old Bessie, my trusty
’94 Ford Taurus, I realized that the spring cleaning bug had not only bitten me
hard seemingly overnight, but had also nibbled on a ton of other smiling
drivers who shared the car wash vacuum with me.
This, perhaps, is the best thing about spring.
I’ll admit, I am a naturally lazy person (at least that is
what I tell my mom), and cleaning my hair is a chore in itself, let alone my
room, my car, the kitchen or musty attics.
But come spring, there is nothing I would rather do on a day off of
school than clean.
Praying that the mailman isn’t standing at my front door,
which is naturally wide open, letting in the scents of fresh air, I sing at the
top of my lungs while dusting every last inch of the house. And perhaps that is what I like best about
spring; the mood that it creates in me and explodes outward in smiles and
cleaning freakishness.
Speaking of freakishness, spring is also the ideal time to
show off my hardcore
badminton skills. On
those not so windy days, the best thing to do other than clean, is to pull out
the old badminton set and put on some kickin’ jams. Of course it also helps to have friends who are as weird as you
and like to play badminton every chance they get.
Playing outside with birdies, rackets and eccentric friends,
goes perfectly with a cool glass of pink lemonade on that perfect spring
day. As I dab the sweat from my brow
with my official monogramed badminton towel, I laugh aloud for no reason, only
because I am so happy that it is spring, creating smiles on everyone’s
faces. Only with the freshness of
spring can this fit of giggles seem normal and make others happy instead of
annoyed.
Once it is April, I will really feel it. Knowing that I am 20 some odd days away from
summer will help me relish in spring even more. Lying in the grass, which is finally turning green, I will remember
the dreary days of winter and feel content in knowing that spring has indeed
sprung.