First Week of Spring

It is beautiful outside.  The sun still shines late at night, the birds cannot seem to stop rejoicing in song, and the once naked trees are growing leaves from every direction.  The neighborhood kids are outside playing, both ignorant and careless of the dangers of this world.  I was once like them.  In the first week of Spring, I would play all day and all night, anything from tag to bicycling and transformers toys.  I would be at a friend’s backyard one minute, and another’s the next.  My only worry was that school would start again on Monday, but even so, I had two full days to play and to grow.  I enjoyed every minute of being a kid, much like the kids in my neighborhood seem to love being just kids.

Yes, those were the days, in which I could play tag with both boys and girls.  It was all before my mind expanded its horizons and started to notice the femininity of girls.  Now, instead of running and jumping and laughing outside, I just sit there and watch wishing for what once was.  Now, instead of being a kid, I am a grownup who just cannot stop thinking and writing about every woman I have ever loved.  It is on days like this, on the first week of Spring, that I wish that I had someone to share my time with so that even as grownups, we could still have as much fun as when were kids.  Sometimes, I even dare to wish that I had kids of my own whom I could be watching out there, playing and having fun, while their mother and I fell deeper in love in this first week of Spring.

About Gabriel Mongefranco

Gabriel Mongefranco is your software developer for all things data: extraction, integration, analytics and security. He is also a blogger, a poet, a proud father and a faithful Christian. He is always eager to contract with faith-based nonprofits! Learn more.