There's something about Spring in the Northwest that is like a life raft. Through all the months and months of rain and clouds... The rain falls in that Spring fashion, pouring and drowning and washing away before the clouds finally break like a dam, bringing in the Spring.
The effect is immediate and apparent. Flowers clamor to bloom first, bare arms and legs gleam in the light with Summer almost kissing away the pale. People emerge from their shelter, peering into the light, their souls fluttering awake at this glimpse of life. The sun brings us back to ourselves, activates us.
Spring in the Northwest makes me see just why the ancient cultures worshiped the sun, and I begin to wonder why we ever stopped.
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