There was something different in the air this morning as I did my morning chores.
That feeling like a heavy sigh, a deep breath, letting it out, letting it go…that feeling of knowing you made it through the winter.
Animals feel it, the ravens, the coyotes, the rabbits sitting unhurried in the morning air, even the horses. I don’t know if we humans usually are aware, probably many of us who live where winters are long know this feeling well. Some years it is gradual, a slow letting go of the breath as the snow leisurely melts and the leaves gradually open on the Aspen trees. One breath replaced by another without us conscious of the effort. Other years it is a gasp for fresh air, sucking through a cold morning chill, anxious for what we know will come and somehow seem to need. Most years, like most things, it’s somewhere in between…
The air was just a little softer this morning, the wind still, the sun over the mountain had a gentle comfort to it that we all had not felt for many months. I felt it, the horses felt it, and together we sighed, we smiled. We made it.
There was a promise of spring, so faint only those of us who have endured the long winters could sense, but we all have, and though we know we could endure more, we felt this promise, and knew the end was near. We would be lying on green grass in the heat of the sun as a warm breeze blows over us. A promise of seasons to end and seasons to change, and we all felt it in the air.