Dr. Spring strolls through the center of town. He has just arrived and he makes no spectacle of himself. He simply observes. It is a beautiful, sunny day. A touch cool, perhaps, but the sun is warm on his face. He loves this town, these people. He knows them well and he thinks he knows what makes them tick. He has been watching them – healing them – for years. Today he observes that they seem to be ticking along nicely. Beautifully! They have a positive spring in their step.
Why wouldn’t they?
It’s a beautiful sunny day.
Life leaps forward everywhere.
Winter was mild. A bit grey perhaps, but mild. Long gone now.
Dr. Spring strolls to the clinic where he visits the garden.
He loves this garden.
Its lovely and a touch wild.
Well, maybe more than a touch.
He would love to see it in summer but he never has.
He only knows it in spring.
He bends down to look closely at a grape hyacinth.
Such a lovely flower.
He peers into the quince bush.
He touches the yarrow.
I love them all, he thinks.
And I love this lovely day.
Dr. Spring supposes that after the grey winter, a stellar spring day like this should cure his patients of all which ails them.
This is good, he mutters. This is very good! Exceptional, really. I might just get a chance to spend some real time in the garden.
How I love a sunny day….