As he looked back at when she had come into his life, when she had entered his stage, he thought of her as the spring. Even then, he had been filled with the feeling of something new, something coming alive. Remembering the feelings he had when she started to fill his life with her sun shining, clear skied presence, only confirmed this. He felt alive again, even in his dead state. Just the memory put a twitch in his paralyzed heart.

Like the springtime she was new and fresh. When everything was barren and brown, when his skies were a dim grey she walked into the picture and it all changed. It wasn’t instantly new, but under her feet the grass turned from brown to green. The blanket of cloud which deadened the sky slowly thinned and soon was letting in the sun to shine on her face. She reflected the light and it illuminated the drab trees, making them bright and vivid in all their gorgeous browns and reds. The air was no longer cold and still, it flew about wildly, dancing in the rays of the newly exposed sun.

Like the springtime she was warm and soft. Instead of laying his head down on a cold, flat pillow, alone on an empty mattress, he laid his head on her tummy, her soft naked tummy. Her skin was like velvet and it was radiating heat. It was as if he had fallen onto a fresh lawn of lush sod. The earth beneath the long, fluffy green was wet, but he was dry, being protected by the thickness of the grass. He sank into the earth, it conformed to him, he was on the most beautiful and richest of beds. Just like the breezes that spring brings, to usher in the summer’s fury of growth, so her hands found their way all over his body, soothing him and inspiring love to grow in him.

Like the springtime she was fertile and bold. She had in her all the makings of a perfect garden. She was a bed of the most enriched soil. In her and through her, there could grow an amazing display of the most awe-inspiring flowers imaginable, even some that were too incredible to be imaginable. She was ready, lying in wait, for the seeds to be planted, the rain to fall and the sprouts to come through her with child-like smiles, greeting the sunny showers with laughter and love. She was waiting to bring forth great boundless, reckless colour that would be bold and true for the sun’s light to dance on.

Now that she was gone and his mind was lost in the spring wonderland of memories, something else crept in. He began to realize that she had not only been the spring at that time, but she had come to him with the diversity and the beauty of all seasons. She was the quiet, pure solitude of winter with the hush of a delicate snow fall. She was the deep, protective bustle of autumn with the flurry of rich colours and the nestling of the bulbs preparing to lay dormant over the winter. She was also the green, vibrant energy of summer with all it’s deliciousness bursting with such raw power, bringing everyone joy.

But then, he hadn’t noticed all her beauty and wonder. He had completely missed three fourths of who she was. Because he had only seen what he had needed from her. He had been lost in his own desire for newness and reawakening, he couldn’t see past the elements of spring to the wild depth of all she had to offer him.