3.07.2001

There is something mystical about spring. True, spring isn't literally here yet, but today as I walked along my tiny road in my small town in this giant state, the wind was soft on my face and the sun seemed gentle and warm, and I remembered how much I love these kind of days.

The smell of spring has also arrived, and it reminds me of lying in the grass watching the clouds shift forms above me with no worries at all, except maybe what mom was cooking for dinner that night.

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