I woke up with spring fever. My eyes stung from the orange sun creating a spotlight on my face; my ears tuned into the inaugural bird symphonies of the season. My sun-deprived body was tugged by an invisible magnet outdoors. I held my husband’s hand as we hiked up rocky terrain hovering over the shallow red-sand beaches; the famous bridge in the distant haze.

We fell in love in the springtime; those first blossoms always reawaken our passion. I wish these warm days would pass like molasses but instead, they’re on fast forward. Love is life.