If spring in Wisconsin teaches us anything, it’s to seize the sunny days.
We’re good at that here. Like daffodils, we rise through the snow and turn our faces toward the light.
We shrug off approaching storm clouds and dance, push strollers through puddles, bounce basketballs off muddy pavement and, when the rain washes away our chalk art, we draw it again.
We’re sunshine’s biggest fans and we salute the smallest ray.
“Such a beautiful day,” we’ll say around the office on a day that would send anyone south of the Mason-Dixon line scurrying for their thermal long johns..
The rivers are running high here, and snow piles linger stubbornly on obscure corners of the parking lots.
Still, spring is in the air and, even in the face of approaching storm clouds, it feels so good.
I took a walk last night, listening to sounds of spring, and heard this. It’s always a beautiful day in the old neighborhood, especially when your neighborhood includes the Lawrence University Music Conservatory.