A Spring Day

Today was a spring day.

This morning I slept in a bit with the the sun shining in on my face and the cool breeze drifting through my window, blowing through my hair, as if an angel were tussling it between its fingers. Heading towards the university, I saw a town reawakening after a long and hard winter. Friends and lovers embraced as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time. All around life was springing forth, bringing with it the sights, sounds, and smells of the new season.

The promise of Resurrection, fulfilled on Easter Sunday, continues even now. Revitalized and refreshed, we face the end of a semester and the beginning of a new season filled with promise and opportunity.

Today was a spring day. I stood tall, with the sun in my face. I stood firm, with the wind blowing through my hair. I stood still, and for a moment did something I haven't done in quite awhile. I breathed in.

May God keep you this and every Spring night.

Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in spring-time. ~Martin Luther

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. ~Henry Van Dyke