equinox rocks

First day of spring, or second if you count last night as a whole day...whatever. It's raining. Glorious, beautiful spring rain. This is the year of the golden boar. This is the year I turn...29!!!! I can feel the ants scurrying, the honeybees' anxious dance, the flutter of robin's wings. I can hear the yawning and stretching daffodils, the hungry mosquito babies. Welcome all! If last year was the year of completion (and it was) then this year is new beginnings. And if there is anything an Aries loves, it is new beginnings. I am admittedly fumbly with completion. There is a Scorpio I know that can close doors and say goodbye and disappear faster than an ice cube melts in july. I know some Piceans who can back out so gracefully that you never knew they were there in the first place. I know a Capricorn or two who can turn a corner with the sharp precision of a salsa dancer.
Not me. No, an Aries will stamp her feet, breaking everything in the room. She will leave prematurely, in a hurry, and forget her purse and shoes and necklace. She'll have to come back and she'll be fuming mad about it.
I think I remembered everything this time.
Welcome to the new space, self. You look great. Nice shoes, I love your skirt.