Spring arrives as abruptly as a Yankee victory snatched away in the bottom of the 9th by horrendous pitching

Finally, the birds are chirping like they have collectively decided optimism is back in fashion.

Flowers are pushing their way up from the dead with the confidence of reality stars returning for another season.

Trees, once skeletal and tragic, are suddenly rejuvenated and showing off fresh green leaves like they had expensive work done in Miami during the bitter cold east coast winter.

The grass. Obnoxiously green. Almost smug like the Trump stock portfolio.

Beneath all the color and warmth is something deeper…the quiet joy of renewal.

Spring reminds us that life begins again. That after dark, cold seasons, nature blooms. Energy returns. Hope sneaks back in through open windows along with the smell of fresh-cut grass and somebody inevitably grilling nearby.

There is light lingering later into the evening. A softness in the air. Tiny moments of happiness everywhere in the form of coffee outside, dogs rolling in the grass, legs reappearing from their undercover hibernation beneath sweatpants and leggings, swimming pools reopening offering free emotional and physical support.

Even New Yorkers seem marginally less homicidal.

Spring is nature’s annual reminder that no matter how weary the world feels, rejuvenation is always possible. Joy returns. Hope returns. And somehow, so do white pants.

Nature renews itself. I only wish my wrinkles were on the same timeline.