Have been out of town to attend a funeral. After a big snow storm last Monday which covered most of the 4 hour drive to the funeral I was expecting to see a lot more snow on the journey. However, in the past 2 days the temperatures have climbed rather high. This morning we woke up to large puddles that were not there yesterday, and on the drive home tonight we saw how much the snow piles along the roadways after ploughing are melting in a few short hours.
It is exciting to SEE signs of an early spring, BUT when we got out of the car to switch drivers closer to home we could actually SMELL the arrival of spring. Spring air appears very suddenly one day and bears an odor that is undeniably its very own. It is fresh and light, an invisible yet tangible promise of new life to come. Spring air holds that paradox of the invisible yet tangible.
In that way spring air reminds me of God.