Thursday, May 23

What is it about the quiet of an evening in spring? Cool air on gentle breeze, the grass green beneath my feet. In the distance, the sound of a flag blowing in the wind.

In all stillness, the world breathes a sigh of relief, as winter warms and prepares to flee the brightness of the sun. And tonight, my heart cries out with joy at the coming of Spring.


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