Early spring kicks in?

Last Tuesday was the day I felt it for the first time this year... a strange and isolated feeling since I had been slowly sliding down what I think is called "winter depression" slope for quite a while by that time. I was walking back to the railway station from a pretty much failed exam when suddenly something not easily describable happened - as I walked through a tree-lined avenue a frothing wave of warmth started flowing through my body, waking up my senses. It was as temporarily having a heightened sense of things - my sight, sense of smell... it felt as if I were able to grasp even the slightest details of my surroundings and marvel at their crystal-clear reality, their awakening from winter sleep... it was in that moment of freshness and warmth that I realized - spring is in the air!

Suddenly, old memories started to surface from the depths of Long forgotten gulf. It was like that proverbial movie that rolls in front of your eyes just before you give out your last breath, except that this was a random avalanche of positive, feel-good memories. In either case, it was an incredible feeling, making me feel lighter as I merrily walked on. I wasn't paying much attention to it back then but the whole thing only lasted about a quarter of an hour - that is, until I got on the train.

And then on cold, rainy Thursday evening, as I was waiting for a bus to take me to my chorus practice, everything seemed completely reversed - the world rotting in front of my eyes, all matter around me decomposing, its stench invading through my nostrils like an unwelcome guest. My observations were a clear sign that if there was an early spring looming in, it had evidently come too early.

In reality, I had no idea what could really be behind my recent "going low" mood. It would be too cheap to try to attribute it to a single factor, for example blame it on the moon, which was growing full and offered a pretty spectacular sight when I looked through the window on Friday night: a glaring silver circle was right before setting behind the hills in the west, its argent beams reaching down to earth like a silent whisper, a celestial carpet cutting its way through the tattered fog, ochre from light pollution on the ground.

However, the potential of this stellar object certainly shouldn't be dismissed so lightly... is it an executed set of events (read: coincidence) that I started feeling (slightly) better when I woke up on Tuesday afternoon, after previous night's full moon shone in all its glory and then started receding again?

Whatever the case may be, I didn't feel the presence of "spring" any longer.. in fact, my mind was once again set to good old winter - which was, ironically, a refreshing change.