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.
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.