Discount sun at the Farmer’s Market, Nashville
With the expectation of another round of snow here in middle Tennessee, I’m finding it difficult to greet it with the childlike anticipation that I usually do. Snowfall in Nashville has always been a treat to experience for a number of reasons. Beautiful is a word that describes my home state thoroughly, and snowfall punctuates that fact with a visual reminder that we really do get four seasons here.
There’s also the relative rarity of snowfall in the mid state that tends to charge the air with a certain excitement, with kids and adults alike checking the view from the kitchen window looking for an answer to the question of, “Has it started yet?”. Further, and this may be just me, there is a distinct smell to the air before a snowfall. The air gets a bit thicker and seems crisper in advance of it starting, like the clean flavor of ozone after a summer thunderstorm.
But I’m kind of over it. I long for warmer weather and the stretched out daylight that never seems to end. I look forward to the sky still holding color when the clock is pushing 9pm and the energy that comes with it. I understand why Superman gets his strength from the sun.
Physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, the arrival of spring feels more like New Year’s for me. That’s always when I feel a sense of rebirth and newness. A changing of the guard brought by a new season of life and vitality, shared and visually displayed naturally by all that is around me.