I really don’t think I suffer from seasonal sadness until the first smells of spring hit and the first blast of heat from sun through the trees hits my arms. It’s like my senses have been dulled and frozen all winter and suddenly they wake up all at once. The birds singing are so much more calming than I remember, greens of new plants and moss are twice as vibrant. The granite is so grippy and white when the sun melts the ice. It’s like I can finally drop my shoulders and shred without tensing and shivering.
I have all this energy too, I don’t know where it came from. I guess I was tired in the darkness of the winter. I can’t stop smiling.