
Okay, so someone tell me if I'm crazy, or if other people notice this too? It seems like every year, at some point in the spring there is that one day, that one moment, when you realize that you've made it through the winter and the summer is on it's way. Its a really good feeling. At least I think so.
In Oregon it would usually happen in March. You wake up one day to the sun shining through your window instead of just the alarm blaring in the darkness. The days are starting to get longer, you can smell the freshly mowed lawns, baseball season is finally getting going. I always just kind of take a deep breath and it's just the feeling that life is actually pretty damn good.
There are several variations on this moment: it could be driving in your car one afternoon, and it's usually one of those first spring days when its actually warm enough to have your windows down; preferably sun roof open ('89 Mazda 626 styles!) its warm out, but still just a little bit crisp; no humidity so you're having a good hair day; your favorite song comes on the radio; again the smell a freshly mowed grass is key (moment made even better if coincidentally driving by a baseball field and you hear the crack of a hit ball) Que sigh.
Another excellent one is that first evening in the spring when you leave work and it's actually still light outside! This benchmark is by itself worthy of that warm fuzzy feeling, but as always, freshly mowed grass and the crack of a bat enhance the experience.
I had been waiting to have my first Montana spring "moment", and I think a couple of times I had tried to force it, but oddly enough rolling up on June 1, it still had not hit me. I woke up on Tuesday morning and we actually had about an inch of snow on the ground. Me to myself: "You've GOT to be SHITTING me!!" But today I got it. 9:00 PM, June 1, 2007, 68 degrees (high of 83) sun is just now starting to set. And it reminds me why I really do like Bozeman. Hot days with the perfect amount of breeze that picks up in the evening and starts to cool everything off just a little bit around 5:00 PM, postcard worthy sunsets almost every night, and the light over the mountains is just somehow different in the summer. Hmmm. Life really is pretty damn good. Go figure?
Am I really the only one that knows about this? Post up with your "life really is pretty damn good moments!