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Perhaps the Sun Was All I Needed to Feel Alive Again
On finding warmth and positives in the middle of darkness
March appeared to be over before it even began. All I had to do was blink and the green grass seemed to blossom beneath my feet, and the familiar splurge of yellow daffodils could be seen anywhere and everywhere.
In the mornings I was suddenly not getting into my car shivering, and praying for it to warm up, but reaching to open the window and let the cool air in. It’s funny how life has a way of changing so rapidly but still staying the same.
Not a lot has changed, but the scenery in the small world around me has bloomed in a way that hasn’t been seen for months.
Splashes of colour, freshness, golden light and longer evenings lay ahead and the dark days of Winter feel like a foreign experience of a distant past. Usually, every time this year comes around I want to hide under my duvet and mourn the passing of Winter, but it feels different this time.
The warmer seasons have always been difficult for me. Living in a larger than average body and being self conscious for most of my life has meant that Summer has always been on the uncomfortable side.
For as long as I can remember, the hint of Spring would send me into overdrive, as I…
