Fingertips

You have just woke up from a long nap. You feel invigorated. Alive again. It feels like Spring. No matter what the calendar says. Let it insist on summer. You feel like Spring. You never read calendars anyway. It is Spring. You can read it on the warm temperature. On the bright sun. On the scented breeze. On the fresh rain.

It is time again.
Time to leave behind the numbness.
Time to stretch yourself.
Time to grow.
Time to unfold your new green fingertips.