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The Smell of Spring in January
Dec. 31st, 2011 08:13 pmI walked today.
The sun was a winter sun, bright and low in the sky. The trees cast winter shadows, long, leafless and slumbering. But the earth was spring earth, wet and alive and smelling of growing things. Of fresh things.
Winter has barely started. But oh! it felt good to walk in the sun and feel fresh air against my arms, feel a breeze with no bite in it tug at my hair. I came home refreshed.
It was a good way to end the year.
The sun was a winter sun, bright and low in the sky. The trees cast winter shadows, long, leafless and slumbering. But the earth was spring earth, wet and alive and smelling of growing things. Of fresh things.
Winter has barely started. But oh! it felt good to walk in the sun and feel fresh air against my arms, feel a breeze with no bite in it tug at my hair. I came home refreshed.
It was a good way to end the year.
