Remembering the Days of Spring

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is the season that makes us contemplate and certainly deliberate on days of our life that are forever etched into our minds and hearts. These are the days that inspire, and at times reopens wounds that never seem to heal.

REMEMBERING THE DAYS OF SPRING

By Al Garcia

This is the season that makes us contemplate and certainly deliberate on days of our life that are forever etched into our minds and hearts.  These are the days that inspire, and at times reopens wounds that never seem to heal.

It is the return of Spring, and the days of reminiscing and reflecting on all the days of our life, while we ponder the mundane and ordinary under the beautiful Spring sunlight.  This is the time of year that reawakens the dormant sensations and notions of family pursuits that bring together a gathering of hearts, and a time of sharing and expectations, and remembering the times when we were young, foolish and impulsive.  How the season and the days of past Spring days have changed for me, as have the reasons that once ignited the passion and intensity of life under the brilliance of the Texas sun.  How the sparkle and the exuberance of the season has succumbed to the shadows and the echoes of time that beckons without remorse.

This was never to be the loneliest season of the year.  Yet, it has now become the season to remember the days that I no longer share, and a season of listening to the silence that shatters the soundless memories left behind, and that resurrects the throbbing pain inside of me that this season now seems to bring.

I can almost hear the sound and smell the fragrance of Spring as it used to be.  I can feel the energy that grows around me.  I can hear the chirping birds, like the sound of laughter and the joy.  But instead of the normalcy of Spring and the renewal of life and all things that grow, all I can do is try to remember.  It is remembering those days, now engraved in my mind and in my heart, that brings back the joy, the heartache and even the sorrow of all the seasons that have now become the same – days of solitude and loneliness, of separation and isolation.  I most remember the days of Spring.  They were the days that reawaken the vitality, vigor and animation of the human spirit and the world around us.  It was a time when the sounds and fragrance of Spring alone could lift the spirit of ordinary men, and bring out the innocence in us, and joy into our hearts.

The one thing this Spring has not brought back, and that I miss the most, is the feel of a hug, the touch of a kiss against my face, or an embrace or handshake from a friend, a buddy or a comrade-in-arms, acknowledging an unspoken bond that unites us and binds us.  How the season and the time has changed.  How distant and detached the seasons have become from the hearts that once defined each season and the reasons to rejoice. 

Springtime, and the livin’ is hard.  How I wish I could rise up and spread my wings like olden times, when we felt free, invincible and strong.  It is so hard to simply sit alone remembering the beauty and serenity of Spring days past, and not feel melancholy and blue at not being able to feel the ecstasy and joy of sharing the flourishing and blossoming days of Spring that once stirred and inspired our innocence, and brought back the passions of our youth. 


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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