I'm pretty sure we all felt the same way in class tonight with the windows open to filter in the optimism of changing weather. There were a number of laugh-till-we-cried moments, specifically during a sloppy reenactment of Arthur Miller's The Crucible.
Thursdays nights were marked for gut-busting episodes last Fall and sadly they don't occur nearly as much as of late. It was refreshing, though, to feel young and loopy and to laugh and laugh without reserve...at jokes that only us English nerds find funny.
It's been a while since I've felt entitled to double over, silly with joy, glad to just be alive. My skin and my bones are voracious with a craving for sunshine and breezes that don't make your limbs scream with pain before going numb.
It isn't all in the air. I'm also glad to feel grateful again for a good man and a community of army wives ready to stand-in for my backbone when I don't have the wherewithal to hold a steady posture. I feel like this week's low spot, while it was dim, allowed me to get to know a few ladies better. I'm grateful to be building stronger relationships with The Staff Sergeant's family, as we are all stretched by the sacrifices he has to make for his convictions. But there is something to be said for the bleak outlook cast by dreary Winter, and the new vision that is brightened by Spring.