As I open my curtains each morning, I welcome the world back into my house. It's the best kind of surprise not knowing what will be revealed*. It keeps me in check with the seasons, that first glimpse a feel for what weather each day might bring. I never cease to be enchanted and many a day I take a long pause to soak it all in.
For now, my view includes lambs. I could sit and watch them for hours. Those first wobbly steps close to their mothers. As they grow they group together, gambolling. Its infectious. All four limbs leave the ground. The sheer exuberance of it the essence of spring.
Spring is an awakening. In every sense. Whilst watching those lambs my own limbs have a strong desire to move, to emerge from the stillness of Winter and hibernation.
I want to be outside. I want to embrace the light, the warmth, the sounds, the smells, wrap myself up in them all.
I carry that morning memory with me as I start the day, I know all will be good.
*It was snow yesterday!
Prompted by writealm