The Afternoon Sun in Whispers For the Masses
- Feb. 21, 2014, 1:34 p.m.
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The sun is dancing in the sky like a sugar filled 8 year old, gleefully and recklessly bouncing around, touching everything it can with no consideration for consequences. The air may still be cool, but the year is new. The act of huddling under the covers with a lover, waiting for the cold to pass, is over. It's time to be impatient about spring and gleeful about Summer. Time to start wallowing in the grass, swimming through the night, and wandering through the trees. It's time to exercise the joy of the seasons.
It's time to run.
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Starhawk ⋅ February 21, 2014
It's time to FLY.
Milkwood ⋅ February 21, 2014
I'm so impatient about spring. Enjoying winter's cold hands slowly warming against my chest.
Deleted user ⋅ February 24, 2014
:)