We have been city dwellers for our entire married life (going on 43 years). The signs of Spring are quite different in the city. The first indication is the wet spots on the sidewalks from the snow melting alongside and running over the concrete. Garbage and lost mittens start to poke through the filthy, gravelly snow. Homeowners start scratching around their tiny city yards with rakes and balance on ladders to clean their windows. Housewives feel compelled to do a thorough Spring cleaning. Cars are run through the car wash to get rid of the winter muck and salt. Here and there brave crocus and snowdrops poke through the black, wet earth. In the air is the smell of diesel from the buses and traffic picks up as everyone wants out in the warmer air. There is still that electric feeling that you feel in your middle but also a feeling of sadness, restlessness and, strangely, a sort of homesickness.
I guess that’s the definition of Spring….excitement, sadness, restlessness and a homesickness for ...something…who knows what.