Hope

The smell in the air has changed.  Everything feels lighter, fresher, crisper.  I crack the windows and breathe deeply, taking the first hints of spring into my lungs and my soul.  Hang on, I say, there is hope.  It tastes like puddles and sunshine and rubber boots and whistling and budding trees and walking.  One breath and I can see the future.  Bedrooms have been kissed by brightness.  My skin tingles in the bubbly light.  It's been so long that it all feels new.  Evenings are beautiful now.  Light is encroaching on all the darkness.  Move out.  Make way.