Some years, spring comes wandering in like a dawdling child.
Slowly
Cautiously
Taking her own sweet time
And no matter how excited you are to see her, or impatient you might be to have her bloom into her full glory, you just have to let spring happen when she is good and ready.
Then there are other years, when the opposite is true.
When you are still comfortable with grey skies, tumbling clouds, sweater weather and only a tiny hint of change in the air, she rushes in, all posies and tree buds and pink-cheeked toddlers playing outside after their naps.
And BAM.
Whether you are ready or not, spring arrives. She can be quite bossy like that.
I can't control Sirius either. But he is not putting up much of a fight on this warm spring afternoon.
Spring, I can't control you. And that's just as well
Because you are a very good reminder that this life is not meant to be controlled at all.
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