There are not many words to describe the joy of nature's rebirth. It's not only the warm that you feel on your body exposed to the sun, it's not only to see the appealing flours flourish again, for me spring comes with a history of more than 2000 years, and there, right before my eyes I can see people celebrating mother Earth as a young maiden, I can see the May's pole, I can see the billion of smiles.
Yet, on the other hand, the lady in the picture above lays her hand on an animal skull, therefore I keep thinking at a tarot card... you will never get the hole meaning if you relay only on the good side. I can not tell you that there is a strong opponent for the joy that spring brings but there is the understanding that everything fades away.
As a last thought (maybe unrelated with what I just wrote) I believe that there is no such thing as pure happiness, but you can find comfort in many shades of grey.
