I felt my entire being shudder and then a myriad of calmness. Entering a new season enables every thread to reset – to reawaken, rouse. I peeled the wintered, decaying body tissues off of every limb and as they fell, my existence became unblurred and luminous. The cigarettes in the ashtray were resting – calmly shriveling, soaking up the white sun. The begonias were inhaling the pleasant warmth. They fanned their petals and averted their gaze. I wanted to clasp this sensation and bottle it for you, but the moment had passed and the excitement had slipped through my fingers.