While standing on the turf field with my teammates I think I was the only one who did not have full attention on our coach. Rather, I had my attention focused on the feel of the turf between my toes and relished just how good it felt to have my shoes and socks off. I am a firm believer that at all times I want to be as comfortable as possible. For me this means wearing sweatpants and basketball shorts at times when others would be dressed up. It is not that I mean to look shabby at these times, I would just rather dress in a comfortable manner. I do not intend to digress on my dressing habits, what I mean to say is that the amazing season of spring is finally upon the state of Nebraska.
Spring means all sorts of things to different people. To me it means an end of school is in sight, there are text books to be thrown into a closet and more meaningful books to be read. At one point in my life I would have jumped at an opportunity to lay in the backyard and read Harry Potter. And yes, I am still at that point in my life. Spring also means freshly cut grass, a smell that almost anyone can appreciate. The joys of spring are truly vital. Life is being renewed and the whole world can shrug off the pains of the cold winter and stretch out comfortably.
There has always been that connection between spring and myself. There is mutual comfort. It seems as though the world is glad to have gotten past that cold season and now the trees can spring new buds and shake off the last of the stubborn dead leaves. I feel that I am much the same way, I do not exactly get rid of dead foliage or spring new leaves but it feels as though I could if only my body was capable of photosynthesis.
Unfortunately no new leaves for me this year, but at least I can comfortably walk around in shorts and barefeet and enjoy the weather such as this.
