Monday, March 3, 2008
On the Brink of Spring
You know the scene in The Wizard of Oz after Dorothy's house lands in Oz? She tiptoes to the front door, Toto in her arms, trembling. Then she opens the door, backs away. The music starts and suddenly, the film is no longer sepia and white (it's not really black and white, is it?) From that moment on, the story unfolds in serious, flaming technicolor. I think that's when she says, "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
You know the scene, yes? Yes. Well, that's exactly what spring is like in DC. Almost overnight we move from the monochromatic light, the stark shadows and the stillness that's always a part of winter into a landscape of color, shape, and birdsong. Oh, and sneezing, too, since the pollen count in DC is truly staggering. It's all worth it, though, especially since Claritin became available over the counter.
In just the last few days, the trees are no longer stark and angular. They look hairy or blurry around the tips of the twigs. There's an aura around them, too, a stirring feeling like someone waking up after a long sleep. The birds have resumed their choir practice, beginning before dawn and continuing until at least 10:00 a.m. Bulb flowers are beginning to push their green leaves out of the earth, forsythias are showing their bright yellow blooms, the doves are cooing on every block of Capitol Hill. Oh yeah, spring is just about to pop any second now.
I've retrieved my sneakers from their hiding place deep in my closet, as well as lighter jackets. It's supposed to get up to 70 degrees today, and though I'll be working, I'm sure I'll be able to connect with the upwards moving energy.
Spring is gorgeous in DC, it's unnerving in its intensity, vivifying nevertheless because there is so much life force in the season.
L'chaim, ya'all and happy spring!