Meet me in the spring.

When the grass is coated in fresh morning dew and the air melts the snow. When the chirps of petite birds and pecks of woodpeckers force me out of bed an hour early. When the blooming flowers represent new beginnings and second chances. The spring pushes away the darkness of winter and brings light to the cloudless sky.

I’m happy in the spring.

A warm ambiance casts through the worn-down picket fence and projects itself over the dimly lit trees. My neighbors greet me with benevolent smiles, as they take their focus away from the remnants of winter that lay dispersed around their yard. My mind is clear, and my yard spotless. Spring stands directly in front of me, close enough to touch, and nods with encouragement and comfort. Encouragement to persevere and comfort in my anxieties.

Let’s stay in the spring.

Stay for the melody, chorus, and as the echo of the last guitar strum dissipates. Stay late into the night until the sun peeks up far into the horizon. Stay until the air becomes so warm that a layer of wetness settles in the atmosphere. I watch the vibrant colors intensify and the growth of the world around me. An aroma of satisfaction and delight continuously looms overhead.

You should leave with the spring. 

When the season of new beginnings and second chances waves goodbye so should you. The wave has reached its peak and will come crashing down soon. Don’t be here for the crash. The crash revives the gloomy shadows that both of us have tried to forget. Distress and agony will come at the thought of your departure, but I will remind myself you are in a safe place.

Don’t hesitate to meet me again next year. We should make it a tradition. When Spring comes, you follow. I will wait with eagerness and enthusiasm, but until then, find your safe place as I have found mine.

Remember, please, meet me again in the spring.