So here we are, finally able to emerge back into the warmth of the sun. Winter dies the same way every spring, and what was forgotten for the long cold months gets remembered again. Buds and blooms are ready to burst open, life remembers just how much fun living can be.
And with all that vitality comes the urge to fill up what has been left hollow.
The prairies can be a bit empty and lonely, but if you are here too, then you know the secret as well as I do: that there is passion lying in wait, hidden in plain sight. It slips out as we pass each other on the street, both of us breathing in the fertile air and feeling on our skin those few seconds of heat when we lock eyes and briefly let ourselves imagine what could be, if only we chose desire over duty.
The temptation is more stirring than any spring sun could be.
The possibilities spill out ahead of us. New connections, voiced truths, fresh firsts as exhilarating as old ones and that remind us we can be unfrozen as well as the trees. That the right voice heavy in our ear, and the right touch in the perfect place, can make us spill over, alive, too.
All we have to do is say yes.