Splash

Transition

Notes Day 5 ▼

Prompt:"I like to de-clutter and rid myself of excess personal items at the end of March, it's almost religious.

So, if you want... The Banana Bar Barge is stopping in your driveway on March 31st. You can toss anything and everything in it. What are you going to send to the bin?

On the other hand... I love April. It's a rebirth. Its Spring, Easter, April showers bring May Flowers, and so on.

I may be over-thinking this.

What are your thoughts on the March-April transition? Maybe we can invent some sort of conspiracy theory."

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It's the final day of March! I'm not sure that I'm ready for it. The wind is still icy cold here, I can't quite sense the approach of April yet. Perhaps as the page of the calendar turns to a brand new month, so will the weather turn to the warmer side of spring. Ha! I'm not optimistic. Maybe when we approach May. May... be... Maybe May will be... good? I'll work on my word play skills. Honestly, I suspect that March and April are in cahoots about the weather more often than not. Now, there's a budding conspiracy theory!

Not quite time to throw out any warm clothes yet, then. Although, a general clean-up feels right at this time of the year. Preparing the mind and soul for a fresh new season, that will eventually come. It will. It will!

I have to admit, though, that I don't really mind the time we are in right now, it's just not particularly green and friendly yet. Nonetheless, after a long winter the longing for spring is real. Body and mind both ache for it. Perhaps I'll throw out some worn ice grippers, as a show of faith to the new season. It might appease the weather gods, you never know. A little superstition never hurt anyone. (Or has it? Might be worth investigating some other day...)

Something I've brought out as March nears it's end, though, is a pair of sunglasses. The cold wind, in combination with the bright light of this transitional period, gives me a lot of headaches. Perhaps this is like the teenage of spring? An awkward transitional phase that gives everyone a lot of trouble in its struggle to find out what it's supposed to be now. Don't worry, then, I'm sure it just needs some time and positive encouragement. It just needs to know we believe in it (and that we have certain expectations regarding its behaviour). I'll throw out some worn out old mittens while I'm at it, and dig out my light beige trench coat. You never know?