I was outside today soaking up our first real rays here in Minnesota. The winter is long and kind of like childbirth. We are cold for so long, shovel endless amounts of snow, wear a million layers to work, and all of a sudden spring arrives like a new child. We forget all of the miserable, bone chilling days, scraping our wind shields, walking our dogs out in below zero temperatures, and moving our cars for snow emergencies. All it takes is one day, and the winter is in the past for Minnesotans like some distant memory. They are out and about in shorts and t-shirts, and even though it is still only 50 degrees, it is time to usher in Spring. We have had enough cold, frozen feet, and runny noses.
You are probably wondering how this fits with Holi, but it has everything to do with Holi. Holi is an ancient festival celebrated by Hindus all over the world. Although this festival has taken on different significance for people, it is a spring festival. People are in the streets throwing powders from every colour in the rainbow at each other, dancing, and singing. Everyone is involved: young, old, and tourist. Even though Minneapolis doesn’t have a day of throwing beautiful colours at each other, we do celebrate. We walk, we smile, we breathe a little bit easier, we roller-blade, we run, we have picnics and play games. Life all of a sudden seems a little more bearable all with the melting of snow and a little sunshine. I love Spring. Winter who?