The season I love most is when winter finally gives in, and the sun starts shining a little brighter. The ground wakes up, the air feels softer, and tiny tulips push through the soil, taking their first breath. Everything turns colorful again, fresh and new. The clouds cry happy tears, clearing away the winter blues, and the bright sun peeks through, stretching across the sky.
People step outside, soaking in the warmth they’ve missed. The air feels different—lighter, full of something you can’t quite name. Flowers sway with the wind, wind chimes start talking again, prayer flags flutter like they finally have something to say. The bells in the temples ring a little louder, and birds return, filling the mornings with sound.
There’s peace in the afternoons. Mornings are golden, soft, and slow. The sun kisses my skin just right, and in the evenings, I sit outside, letting my hair dry in the breeze. It’s the season of Vitamin D, the perfect warmth—nothing too harsh, nothing too cold. Not quite winter, not quite spring, and definitely not fall. It’s that in-between time, the quiet magic before everything bursts into full bloom.
And the wind—it moves through everything, wrapping around you like it’s carrying a secret. It makes the world feel new, like anything could happen.
About Pratistha Acharya
Pratistha is a learner and seeker, sharing insights from her journey, hoping to inspire yours too. This space is all about connecting, growing, and celebrating life together—because at our core, we’re all one, and life is good.