For as long as I can remember, Spring has always been my favourite time of year. I guess the reasons for that are obvious – it is the harbinger of change from the blustery cold winter to summer. The blossoms on trees everywhere speak of freshness, being alive and waking up to something new. In short, it marks the end of dark days and the sobering and sombre thoughts of winter.
Although some people prefer summer when the heat is in full swing and all the blossoms have finally given way to full foliage, I prefer Spring because it is a time full of joyous colour. Everything has gone from a lethargy to an energetic vibrancy which seemed to have been dormant for too long.
This vigour reverberates all around and produces a correlation in my own physical and mental being. I find myself more inclined to venture outdoors and enjoy being immersed in the carnival of colours going on around me. It is too stunning to justify with words. I marvel at Allah’s creation and the endless variations of plants and flowers and leaves. It is a feast for all the senses.
Being amonngst all this is the perfect escape from my reality. I wish this festival that nature puts on display every year, would stay with us for longer. Despite that, I’m grateful that I’m able to enjoy it with my own senses and indulge in it for free.
In a world where sometimes human connections don’t or can’t provide any fulfilment, nature always comes to the rescue.
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