The Colors of Spring

There’s healing in seeing trees bloom after a winter. It’s no longer as cold as when we first came to Montana. No more heavy jackets and uncomfortable shoes: I put them all in our storage cabinet where they’ll stay unused until next cold season.

I hadn’t worn my flip flops in a while, they felt so foreign when I used them yesterday. My feet were getting used to feeling the earth again and the wild dandelions growing pledged of a great summer. I felt the urges to pick them and blow away their seeds but I resisted. Not yet. There will be a perfect time for that.

From work, I took a bus whose driver endearingly told me they could only drop me by Main street. Which means I had to walk in the rain to our house. I had no choice. The rain was light. Google Maps said I would arrive in 11 minutes.

Once I hopped off the bus, I began my journey. The roads here don’t have pedestrian crossing lanes. One could get confused as to where to cross legally and safely. Usually, people cross by the traffic lights. But that was too far from me. I just ensured there were no police cars when I crossed towards the end of the 12th Avenue East.

I walked 11 blocks to get to our apartment. My shoes were wet but I didn’t mind for the place was peaceful. I was the only person walking at that moment.

It’s been raining for a week now. Rain makes everything gloomy. It summons all the skin-walker-like demons to come out of their hidings. To creep in, out, on and up. To glare at you while you endure living this hard life you never asked for.

I was about to feel sad until I saw the trees. They’re insanely beautiful!

Trees with different shapes and colors. They’re just as diverse as humans. The picture of greens with little patches of browns and whites enthralls. It seemed as if I was inside a painting and I was the human the artist painted to balance the picture. I caught myself daydreaming of powerful winds blowing my hair while I danced around with the trees.

I couldn’t be more grateful for filling my heart with joy. Maybe that’s why trees bloom during Springtime because it rains. Trees give happiness to a dismal feeling.

Going back to reality, I finally reached our apartment. I sat in the tub with a heart yearning for something I do not fully understand.