Easter for me has always meant the arrival of spring, church bells ringing in the morning air, and a new coat.
Growing up, I would always wait until Easter to wear the new spring coat my mum would buy for me. Even when there wasn’t a new coat to wear, the holiday meant I could finally leave behind my winter jacket and jumpers in favor of lighter, colorful spring clothes. And even if it was a cold Easter, and I was shivering from the core, I would not deny my inner change of season—in my mind, it was spring, and I was going to celebrate it.
