There’s something about this time of year that always gets me.It’s a quiet pull I can’t ignore. Like everything is waking up a little, stretching toward something new, and gently asking me if I’m ready to do the same. The spring equinox has always felt meaningful to me, even before I understood why. The balance of light and dark, that exact middle point before the shift into longer days. For the first time, I’m learning the symbolism behind this change in seasons.