The wait.

There's Spring in the air.I can feel it in my blood.
I can feel it in the rustling whispers of the trees as they plan to bloom together.

I can feel it in the wind.
It brings with it the sound of Spring, that soft, tinkling sound:like glass.
And the flavour. It brings with it that warm musky flavour ...

I feel it in Winter's lazy afternoon drawl---she's old.And stale.

I feel it in the rain. The first of the season. They smell fresh.Dewy.

There's Spring in the air.I can feel it in my blood.


"..And suddenly it's spring.
We’re young and free, and suddenly it’s spring. "