Today my senses expand as I turn the corner onto my street.
With no blooms in sight I smell the sweet aroma of Spring flowers in the air.
The sleepy grey morning sky is swept with the brilliance of yellow daffodils, lavender-blue muscari and pink tulips.
Like the creamy aroma of strong espresso waking me up from a groggy morning descent, so does the sharp and satisfying perfume awaken my spirit.
My head, facing forward, begins to tilt upwards. My nostrils open, my belly and chest widen, welcoming the fresh floral bouquet.
I savour the special moment between nature and me.
As I receive the fragrant offering, my sluggish senses are filled with hope.
Unsolicited, my routine is liberated by an invitation to breathe-in beauty and bathe-in gratitude.
Spring has come and gone each year. Still, this season is the first I have indulged in years
…but it won’t be the last.
