Dear Spring,
We met briefly a couple of years ago. I was at Quincy Market in Boston and I saw you. The sun was shining and it was 50 degrees outside. The kids were playing and the people were smiling. It was such a beautiful day. You made everyone so happy. You made me happy.
I left the next day, and I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye. I departed really early, knowing that the 50-degree weather that I enjoyed so much would soon be gone. But the day I was leaving you decided not to show up. It was dark outside and it was freezing, too! How could you do that to me?
However, I have to admit that I was not sad that day because I was going back home to a place where winter does not exist. For a tropical weather girl, 68 degrees is freezing, but I enjoyed the low temperature because it meant cool breezes and no frizz.
I moved to Philly a year after, Spring. It was fall and I couldn’t wait to see you. As the months passed I couldn’t wait for the horrible, cold winter to go away so I could meet you once again. When you came back, I was extremely happy! I traded big, heavy boots for sandals and kicks, and several layers of clothing were ditched for cute dresses and skirts.
But I’m not that vain, Spring. I don’t love you just because I feel prettier wearing a cardigan instead of a puffy jacket. Thanks to you, I was able to see the green grass on my way to class and the flowers that decorated the restaurants and shops. I could see the cherry blossoms across the street and the birds flying again. I could enjoy a longer day because it didn’t get dark at 3 p.m. like it did before you appeared. And the best part? I was able to hold my trenta iced coffee without freezing my hands! #Score.Â
Now that you are here, I promise I will treasure you and never take you for granted. The sun shining and the flowers blossoming can only mean one thing – summer is just around the corner.
Sincerely,
A tropical weather girl
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