For the first time this year, I’ve decided to open my window. It’s the early morning on Opening Day, and I can feel the crisp spring breeze start to ease its way in. There is a distinct aroma that spring carries—one that floods my mind with childhood memories; morning dew sat upon the maturing grass as birds harmonically return to their natural state.
It’s the sound of my neighbors starting their cars and rounding their loved ones for the start of a new day that make the reflection complete—a reminder of the early morning routines my parents had set for me on days like today.