The scent of spring…

I don’t know how to discribe it. The words I were to use would be to much of grasping at emotions the scent of spring gives me.

Fresh.

Life.

Warmth.

A hope for adventure to come in the summer.

I was born in the spring of the coming new century. In the Highlands of Baltimore. In the brisk warm chill of a spring morning.

No other season is most relateable to my mood swings and changes in the temperatures of my emotions.

What the hell is it?

That scent. I enjoy that scent and feel of the cool air on my skin. I feel like myself again.

The bitter cold is coming to end soon.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

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