And so the day came. The day we had all been waiting for.
The day of rolled down windows, driving with your arm out in the warm wind.
The day of sipping coffee in the semi-shade outside your favourite café.
The day of picking up wooden crates of strawberries at the supermarket for almost nothing.
The day of fragrances from spring flowers and freshly cut grass.
The day of short sleeves, low cut socks, and leaving the sweather at home.
The day of gentle strolling under a clear blue sky with birds soaring high.
The day when promises are made.
Promises of a brighter time to come, of sunkissed skin and salt soaked hair. Of long warm nights and days of ocean play.
The promises of summer.