Longing.

Is it time yet? This spring that we all long for.
The warm weather for 2 days last week was a certain tease. Today black clouds loom like threats over the North shore mountains, the rain drops catching me quickly as I walk Aspen in the park.

As I rode my VBA in the early afternoon today, the air smelt like a heady mixture of flowers, 2-stroke exhaust, drinking chocolate, strong espresso and crisp mountain air.

All of this.  This. This promise of things to come.  This has to be a good sign. The rain must be tired of falling and the sun has patiently waited her turn since October. It is time.

Time for the sun to force my arms out hiding from their woolly sweater sleeves. Time for me to open up the roof top deck, stretch out like a cat with my neck craning upwards, trying to catch every single drop of sunshine that bears down upon me.

is it time yet? I have been so good, so patient. I have listened to others talk about their art, their holidays in the sun, their loves, their hates, their vacations, their money, their careers, their new homes, their dreams... is it time yet for my time in the sun?