Spring

"Green" is a clever name for the rainy season in Costa Rica. It makes the risk of spending a vacation under the wrap of an unsightly plastic pancho a little more enticing. However, green takes on a whole new meaning once the vacation turns into permanent residency. Green is the color of mold that grows on shirts I should wear more often. Green makes my salt turn to sweaty chunks and keeps my bed in cool dampness.

There is a mystic beauty during the rainy season that I really do love. It's cozy to be in out of the rain and watch clouds drift over the hills. Still, when the "spring" flowers bloom and tease of "summer," it is with no hesitation that I bid farewell to the enchantment of the "green" season and embrace the dry, inside and out.

So, here we are at the beginning of December, waiting for the last drop of rain to fall from the sky. For green to turn to brown. I am ready to call off the seasonal affair I have with my dryer. To wear shoes with less than an inch of mud clearance. I am ready for the freedom to make plans outdoors without the threat of a downpour. So let the wind blow these soggy clouds away. I'm ready to play.