Spring is everywhere emanating.
The harsh winds of winter, operatic in their wicked anger are at last mollified. The warm sun mellows them, and they have slowed to a happy lassitude, a warm and lazy breeze. The radiant sun teases the buds from the bushes, the green from the grass, and the white from the clouds. Birdsong fills the air, a joyous refrain lifted up to the boundless blue of the heavens. Wake up, slumberers! Emerge from your caves and grottos, your hidey holes and hibernation-caverns. The warm air, the blue sky, the fragrant blooming is calling you!
Shake off the quiet inwardness of Winter, and open your hearts. Look up at the sky, feel the sun on your face and chest and hands! When it rains, the rain is warm and gentle, not the bitter driving sleet of Winter. The rains will nourish the flowersThe world is reborn and rejuvenated, and so are you, oh slumberers! Listen to the scurrying of the squirrels, the birds sweetly singing, the rustle in the bushes of the deer on the hoof, and the self-important honking of the geese, lately returned. Life, life, life!