The world smelled different, for a start. It smelled alive. Everything he looked at looked sharper, more real, more there. (from Odd and the Frost Giants by Neil Gaiman)
This is a fairly accurate description of how I feel about the world around me right now. It’s still getting cold now and then (yesterday it didn’t get out of the 40s), but mostly, the days are longer, warmer, and brighter. Things have begun to bloom, and suddenly the gloomy gray of the city in winter is gone, replaced by yellows mostly, and some purples, and a few pinks. “The earth laughs in flowers,” Emerson said, and I believe it’s true. And although I’m still holding out to really call this spring yet–the trees are still mostly naked, though they have heavy buds that will burst forth in leaf any day now–it’s beginning to really feel like spring. It smells like spring–a combination of pollen, turned earth, and mulch. And a sort of freshness that I have no other words for than just to say that it smells alive.