Spring Against My Skin

Today I felt the first glimpses of spring against my skin.

I was exiting maths to head toward recess and it happened. I slid my books in and slung my bag over my shoulder. Exams were on so I waited silently for my friends to get their stuff together. I adjusted my collar, a smile already playing on my lips after passing an assessment I was sure I’d failed. As I waited I could hear every leaf on the trees rustle that quiet way they do when they shimmy against each other. Small streams of air cascaded down from the trees, greeting my skin in the most pleasant way.

Just yesterday, the feel of the wind against my skin would make me cringe. The ice-cold air would send chills running through my body. But not today. Today the sun shone, only mildly and the wind blew only lightly but together they created something amazing.

I know I tend to blame my emotions on the weather a lot but there’s nothing like a truly beautiful day to send a shot of endorphins running through your bloodstream. There’s nothing like the breeze on your skin to remind you you’re alive. There’s nothing like the sun on your skin to remind you there’s hope.

Because there is.