Memories of Spring
I awake to sunshine streaming thru my window in the upstairs bedroom of my childhood. I have left the window slightly open to catch the cool night breeze; now it plays softly across tinkling glass windchimes, a treasured gift from my father.
The windows, facing to the East and North, are framed by long sheer white curtains with scalloped edges and are adorned with hand-painted pastel roses, looking as much like graceful swirls as they do flowers. I fell in love with them when I first saw them!
The walls of my room have been painted light aqua at my choosing, aqua was my favorite color in those years - though I have no idea why or where I first saw it. The room has an odd L-shape with sections of the ceiling angling up gracefully like a slanted canopy over my head. I lay in bed smiling as I listen to the sound of squirrels scampering across the roof above me as they leap from nearby tree branches.
I rise slowly, standing by the window to take in the fresh springtime air, trees forming new bright green leaves compliment the carpet of new grass growing beneath them. Glancing down, I see my mother's narrow garden of tulips beneath my window, their lovely lavender and yellow cupped blossoms reaching open to the sun.
It's a good day to be alive in my childhood - no stress, no worries, no job to be done... how I wish grown-up life remained always that simple and sweet!