Springtime

Gone are the days of darkness upon wake, the darkness during the commute to the office where keyboards are hit, papers are pushed and the monotony continues for eight or nine long hours, watching the skies fade to black while under the halogen lights, listening to the low murmur of the air conditioning units. The darkness we see when we go home, looking at one another on the subway like strangers and being too scared to act out, for fear of being the subject of interest amongst those around us.

Gone are the days of enduring the sub-zero temperatures, locking ourselves away from the world, like some recluse in a city of millions. The evenings sat at home, eating dinner in front of a television, passing the hours until the next day comes and we find ourselves waking up to that familiar darkness.

This is springtime now. Springtime!

Waking up to clear blue skies. We eat our breakfast under the basking glow of the sunshine crashing through our windows, like a welcomed, familiar face. We leave home smiling, everybody does. We share smiles on the subway, we ask each other how they are without saying anything. Our eyes and our smiles convey the message, and the message is always good. The halogen lights are off, the low murmur is still there from the air conditioning but the windows are open. The keyboards are hit, and papers are pushed the same as always, but our days are different.

We leave the office not with the intention of rushing home to our televisions and our dinner tray meals, but to meet others in the vast openness of the city. We share moments and smiles outside now in the parks and gardens, taking in the colours that we’d forgotten about after the waves of grey and black were thrown on top of us for those months before. The flowers, the trees, the birds and other animals smiling back at us too.

Meet your friends, meet your love. Take photos and make memories. Make the most of the colours. Grey and black will always come back, but not for a while. We have time to share together.

See you outside!

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