Nature vs. Nurtured Springs
The last three or four days have been beautiful and warm. Riding my bike the five miles to work and home is an enjoyable experience again (it doesn’t hurt that I took a wire brush and lubricant to the rust on my chain and cleaned the city off of the frame.) I noticed a bit of a spring in my step and a general good feeing in chest.
I know we are likely to experience at least one more cold spell, probably two or three, but it smells like spring. I cannot identify any particular smell. Maybe it is the moisture in the air, or the fact that it doesn’t hurt to breath, or that I am not wearing a jacket with a quilt sewn onto its innards. Regardless, the smell of the air, the feel of the city, hits me with a pleasant feeling, like a fond memory with with no regrets or pain or suffering attached to it, only a general pleasant feeling. Though, delve as I might, I cannot conjure any specific memory or time to which I might attach this feeling.
I started to wonder if the grand feeling that most of us have with the onset of spring is something we have learned, or if it is a deep seeded instinct. I suppose it doesn’t matter all that much. It feels good, and thats what I care about at the moment.