Winter is cold. A thick blanket of white snow covers everything as far as the eye can see. The sky is blank; there are no clouds in sight.  Eventually, that white snow turns muddy. The sky becomes gray; the world goes quiet as if it were sleeping.

 My mom has said to me, “Sometimes I worry about you Mae. You are always so melancholy.” I feel like winter, even though my name would suggest otherwise.

As the months pass, the snow melts away and flowers begin to bloom. The air is warm enough to shed a winter coat, but still cold enough to find comfort in a thick sweater. Even the sky has noticed the change. It sheds its gray coat, revealing a vibrant blue underneath. The birds return to the sky bringing with them the promise of warmer days. The world is waking up again.

Spring is a second chance; the world’s rebirth. The plants are new, the air is clean. Everything is bright and shiny, light and free. Spring is joyous. The gloomy days of winter have passed. 

Life is like the changing seasons. Emotions are like the days. With each day that passes, with each step taken, life gets easier. One day passes, one day closer to what we are meant to be. One day closer to who is meant to be in our lives. One day closer to what we are meant to do. Spring is a second chance for something good. And for me, my name feels like a second chance to try again, bringing me closer to that shiny day where everything feels right.