Dreaming of Spring

I woke up this morning to the sound of my grandson begging his Papa to get up so he could help him with a new computer game. It must be the weekend. This is how our weekend usually begins. As I slowly opened my eyes I realized that something was different. The sun was shinning in through the bedroom window. I had to check to be sure I wasn't dreaming. It has been such a long gloomy winter and now here I was waking up to sunshine. I hurried out of bed, went to the window and opened the shades just to be sure. A smile swept across my face as I stared at the almost blue sky. Every year I anxiously await spring. In Wyoming it was because it seemed that winters drug on for 9 months but winter in Indiana is pretty short (about 3months by my estimation) but for those three months it seems the sun never wants to shine. I think it takes a holiday in Florida and doesn't return until the forsythias bloom. But today the sun was shining. I ran downstairs just to be sure and was greeted by a series of rainbows painted on my floor by the prisms hanging in the windows. It was true here was my proof. It was going to be a rainbow day. I stepped out the door and realized that not only didn't I need my gloves, I didn't even need a jacket. Yes, today was surely the promise of things to come. It is only early March and I know that spring doesn't really arrive in March here in southern Indiana but that's okay because when I looked over into the neighbors yard a thousand lilac crocuses were dancing in the breeze and even though they may get their little heads frozen off tonight, today they were like me, celebrating the sun. Singing and dancing in praise of spring.