the most amazing thing about this amazing spring is that Iâ€™m right there with it. so unlike the years I lived through bitterly grudging each blossom’s opening. this season the town is resplendent, suddenly afroth with a vista of petalsâ€”pink, white, yellow, purple, the vivid oranges and reds of upright tulips sprung from the earth on the promise of last autumnâ€™s bulbsâ€”Iâ€™ve seldom seen a spring so gaudyâ€”and here am I right along with it, heart alight, song in the bloodâ€”eyes gladdened and welcoming the spectacle literally unfolding on every side. this is a reliefâ€”a boonâ€”a long-promised payback for the seasons of out-of-sync resentment and smallnessâ€”for the slaps against a shattered heart. this spring says to me: you are just right with the world. rejoice.