Pacific Grove, California

I love spring. Everything’s coming alive, waking from a long sleep, welcomed by the warm sun, flowers with color and bits of green pushing out and taking over the brown nothingness of winter … but there’s something deeper about it. It’s not just the plants coming alive––there’s an energy to spring. I feel an excitement inside, like splashing cold water on my face, colors seem brighter, and there’s a will to get going and do something. There’s a natural push that comes around every year. It’s a fresh start, the beginning of a new cycle, baby birds, white seal pups, and tiny otters floating around and a smile and a laugh. I don’t have to sugar coat it. Spring is optimism.