I feel it too.
I want to act a bit like a March hare, jumping and bounding all over the fields, leaping in the air and basking in that balmy air.
I'd want to and would love to, but the old joints are almost wooden with age.
Sigh.
The mind is willing but the body, like an aging car, needs constant attention and careful handling.
Hey, I still dream of running along the beach and falling into the waves. Of playing with the damp leaves, finding early leaf buds on hawthorn and eating them and looking for aconites just opening.
Yep, I can sense it and the winter blues are starting to lift.......mind you I've soo much gardening to get done. 😄There's always the down side. 🙂