Spring is a memory whispered on the breeze. It’s the promise of warmth carried on the backs of the returning birds. It’s wiggling your bare toes through the cold damp dirt. Spring is that distinct, amazing smell that fills the air. Spring is dancing around in your kitchen with the windows cracked open. It’s that overwhelming excitement you feel when you see the first buds opening on the trees. It is opening the windows while you are driving, even though it’s still too cold to be comfortable. It means listening to your guilty pleasure music just because it seems to fit the moment. Spring is dying Easter eggs and eating Cadbury eggs. It’s playing your favorite outdoor games for the first time after a long winter. It’s pretending that you’re not cold as you stubbornly wear shorts and flip-flops. It is wishing that you could see Aslan for real.
Spring is music, and memory, and promise. It’s joy, and excitement, and laughter. Spring is rain, and clouds, and sunshine. It’s flowers, and swings, and bare feet.
Spring is coming.
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