In spring

A friend laughed at me yesterday when I told him I loved spring because it has the promise of summer. He said, why don't you just love summer? Well I do, but I prefer its anticipation. I think it's partly because spring carries a hope never realised in this life. It makes me feel that all things are possible. It makes me want to travel everywhere that's exotic and fragrant and brimming with life. Summer can never live up to all that. Ah, but the heavenly summer, that's another thing . . .