From the moment I stepped outside this morning I could smell the spring coming. It's as if it's a million miles away and yet somehow has sent ahead of it a soft scent of what is to come.
A distinct flavor of newness, moist earth and certain lightness in the air that drifts by you as you move through time rather than the heavy, overhanging cling of winter.
I said aloud to know one but the spring "I smell you spring" and smiled.
In spite of the gray clouds and the 5 minutes of sparse rain, the afternoon glided into perfection. Bright wonderful sunshine. So warm and tender to the skin. For a moment I heard birds, for the first time in months.
Thank You Dear Father in Heaven, you are so so perfect. Another Blessing.
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