Spring
Spring comes, and though I am not an outdoorsy person, even I feel its pull. There is something magical and freeing, about the first warmish days, and the first less than frigid breezes; when you go outside and be able to smell things growing. I think the word would be "unfettered". Spring is clean. I almost feel like a new person at springtime, but likely that's because I, like so many others, feel the effects of winter sliding off your person, to be forgotten while you sit on your porch of an evening, with friends, feeling young again.