The smell of spring is thick in the air, almost thick enough
to taste. Hundreds of flower smells rest in the air briefly like single notes
in an orchestra—momentary, complex and unique—in the soft passing breeze. The
sun rests in the clear day sky watching earth placidly, earth a single bobber
on a stream and the sun resting on the bank enjoying the moment. Birds dart and
trill out short sparks and long notes of chipper springtime calls. Dark blue
sky, fresh new green grass contrasting with areas still resting in winter
slumber make a vibrant kaleidoscope of living color constantly changing and
moving and growing together. It is calm and soothing, yet still ignites a
pent-up restlessness confined inside while winter passed by severally. Enjoying
the moment yet pushed by the moment to embrace life with a fresh and new
passion untainted by the time it would take to refine the effort into something
more productive. Spring is pushing for change and life and drinking in
everything there is to drink and wafting the staleness from the winter air with
an explosion of life and painting over the hibernating picture with new bright colors.
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