There is something about the word “spring” that evokes delight. Maybe it is the “g” at the end, accenting the mouth with a particular ping. Unlike “fall,” which provokes the mouth into a slight frown, “spring” inspires the corners of our mouths to turn upwards into a smile. Coincidence? I think not!

So what is spring but the actual observation of life springing back up from the ground? Watching the earth transform from the solace of brown, to the seduction of green. A physical manifestation to remind us of the eternal cycle of existence of everything.

The rebirth of nature.

So if nature is being reborn, that means nature is also getting laid right? Maybe that is why everyone has that extra spring in their step?