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Spring tries to woo me
Apr. 15th, 2010 11:09 pmThough Autumn will always have my heart (apples! pumpkins! red and orange leaves dancing! cold nights for curling up in a blanket!), Spring is winning me over. I have fairly new seasonal allergies, which had been putting a damper on my love of cherry blossom season, but today made that all irrelevant.
The air felt sticky this afternoon; the gym was warm and humid. When I stepped out the door, there was this light misting rain and a breeze bearing the scent of cherry blossoms and baby leaves.
As I started along the walk to the bus stop, the rain began to fall harder, but it also got brighter out. I walked under a dark cloud edged by bright blue, nearly cloudless sky. I was moving under the edge of the storm; it looked like the rain stopped less than a half block from me. The rain was pouring down on me while the sun shone in my eyes. I turned and saw a complete rainbow arc, every colour bright.
The rain lightened as I crossed the street to the bus stop, so I found myself waiting for the bus with the finest of rains - more rain dripping off my hair than falling on to it - with the warm sun on my face.
I'm sorry, Autumn; I'm seeing Spring on the side. Just 'til you come back in September, I swear.
The air felt sticky this afternoon; the gym was warm and humid. When I stepped out the door, there was this light misting rain and a breeze bearing the scent of cherry blossoms and baby leaves.
As I started along the walk to the bus stop, the rain began to fall harder, but it also got brighter out. I walked under a dark cloud edged by bright blue, nearly cloudless sky. I was moving under the edge of the storm; it looked like the rain stopped less than a half block from me. The rain was pouring down on me while the sun shone in my eyes. I turned and saw a complete rainbow arc, every colour bright.
The rain lightened as I crossed the street to the bus stop, so I found myself waiting for the bus with the finest of rains - more rain dripping off my hair than falling on to it - with the warm sun on my face.
I'm sorry, Autumn; I'm seeing Spring on the side. Just 'til you come back in September, I swear.
