For me, it always begins not with the calendar, but with the smell of the air. The first warm days when you want to take off your shoes and walk barefoot on the grass. As a child, my friend and I ran to the river, when it was still cold, and wet our feet.
My grandmother scolded: "You'll catch a cold!", but we had fun.
I always felt how spring fills me with energy. This is the time when everything is renewed - both nature, and mood, and dreams.
Even now I like to just go out to the park and listen to the birds singing. The warm sun on my face, the smell of damp earth, flowers - so simple, but so happy. Spring reminds me: everything bad passes, everything grows again.
And I grow with it.
I become calmer, softer, more tender.
Maybe that's what spring is for - to become myself again.
And I look forward to it every year.