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.
2 thoughts on ““I Have Spring Fever” Club – 100 Word Story”
Exactly. If it was always spring you would be yawning and looking for the next snow storm! I think. I don’t know.The more I accept the seasons the more I enjoy them. 🙂
The older I get the more I hate the seasons … Isn’t it ironic? I’m always cold and hate any weather below 70F. I long to move to Hawaii… Or even California.