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Spring

I love to feel alive.

I love it when I am aware of how my eyelids sweep across my corneas.

I love to see the bands of yellow pollen surrounding puddles on the ground.

I love the smell of the soil coming alive with green growing things.

I love to see new flowers pushing their heads out of their brown pillows and reaching for the light.

I love to see people in shorts and short-sleeved shirts and flip flops.

I love to drive around with my windows down.

I love to see fresh flower buds on pear trees and red buds and even the hated chinese tallow.

I love driving in the rain through huge puddles that make gigantic waves.

I love to walk in the rain sharing an umbrella. Or just getting wet. Or both.

I love it when the sky is gray, but then breaks up into dazzling azure and white.

I love the warm breezes off the Gulf, like a warm embrace from an old friend. Or a new friend. Or a lost loved one.

I love stepping out with bare feet onto warm concrete and crunchy grass.

And I love that each day is another day to live.

Life is truly amazing.

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Joy and Dennis said…
Yes, indeedy....life is amazing. Thanks for reminding all of us of the simple pleasures
March 9, 2011 at 6:38 AM
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