The crisp morning air leaked through my window. The smell of fresh morning dew on the awaken plants lifted me gently from slumber. The slightest sunny cracks shined through my venetian blinds. Pulling them open, the backyard beckoned for me to come outside, feel the breeze. I did. I lay in the grass, damp and fresh. Cushioned by a layer of moss, the smell of turned earth freshly on the wind. The return calls of birds happy to be home, children playing in the early morning light, even the buzz of a bee. The renewed vigor of my short nap on the moss, reminding me of the never ending cycle of renewal and regrowth. Never faltering, this warm first day returning every year for me to enjoy. A tulip opened its teary petals to dry the evenings dampness from itself, leaning gently towards the patch of sun. I stretch deeply breathing in the fresh air. I awoke to find Spring at my doorstep, and I graciously welcomed her.