March is a great time of year.
As the snow begins to melt, miniature waterfalls flood the streets with thier promises. Water cascades over the curbs and into the sewer, making it near impossible to walk outside without hearing it's song.
Seeing grass is like a ray of hope knowing that the entire time this beautiful green was buried underneath mountains of shimmery snow, making it almost hard to believe you've ever seen something so natural, so green.
Walking outside without a coat on is like setting a caged bird free. I breathe in, reintroducing my senses to the world and they welcome it, for it was long overdue. After four months, it's time for a little change.
And perhaps a little love, too.
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