Yesterday, I went for a walk. I wore shorts. There was a change in the air. Spring is right around the corner. Warm weather is here! I walked for almost an hour. I took my time appreciating nature and the air in my lungs. Last week, I had hurt the muscles in-between my ribs while walking up a dirt hill. After a few days of walking slow, shallow breaths, and lingering exhaustion, I feel less on edge. My lungs are in-tact, my body is doing what it's supposed to do. Heal. Spring is a time of hope, rebirth, and renewal. I can breathe in warm air better than I can in cold. There's space for my body to heal without the sharpness of ice cold air making it difficult to breathe.