Shift into SpringPosted: March 31, 2010
“First day of spring–
I keep thinking about
the end of autumn.”
Growing up in Austin, there always came a time during the spring semester of school, when I knew the season had officially arrived. The weather shifted just so, between hot and cool, and mild breezes over fresh cut grass and blooming flowers, delivered a understated yet distinct smell to my nose.
A comparable sense would be the way pavement smells right before it’s amount to rain. After a few times you’re keyed into that smell and your brain makes the connection between it, and the coming rains.
After 19 years here I feel attuned to shift into spring. And with this shift came changes. In the world and within myself, boy-to-teen-to-man. And beyond all those things, there was something else: possibility.
Possibility of what? I didn’t know. But it was that uncertainty that I looked forward to. An awakening into the new year (though the new year had started officially anywhere from two to three months prior to my ‘sensing’ spring).
So I feel spring in Austin yet again. And just like when I was 8, 13, or 18, I feel that sweet, uncertain, possibility.