March

I woke up this morning, still tired, but remarkably happy. I walked to class with the slightest skip in my step. I sat in class completely absent from negative thoughts. I left class and walked out into the mildly cold, somewhat windy shine of March and grinned.

I love March.

I love the smell of March, and the feel of March. There's a sort of softeness that hangs in the air. A few days are bright and sunny and a few others are so dark and wet you spend the day trying to convince yourself it isn't night. The weather is cool enough to wear a sweater if you want, but not so cold as to require it. You can get away with a spring coat on most days as well.

I've heard people say that March is their least favorite month. It's the in-between of winter and spring. Most of the days are shades of grey. Even on clear days the sky often doesn't show quite so blue as it does during the other eleven months of the year. The earth is still fairly brown because the plants have not yet had enough time to truly begin to grow. And what is worst of all, to most, is the chance that it will once again snow--it is, after all, still winter for the majority of the month.

And that is what makes it so wonderful.

Anything can happen in March.

March is about spirit. In all honesty, I think everyone knows that, as far as spirit is concerned, no other month can even dream about the green-ness that March has in spirit. Saint Patrick's Day is, after all, one of the best holidays of the year. It's certainly one of my favorites. And the grey in the sky and the brown on the earth only make the greens that do shine through that much greener.