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Time for a totally random blurb.
It smells like spring. All rain and warmth and fresh earth.
I'm now twitchy.
Why? Because I want to go play outside. It's two am, drizzly, and very, very dark. I want to go roam in the woods behind my house. The spring air is tugging at me and has settled in my bones. I love the smell of spring rain, it smells so good. Not like the fall, though I like fall rains as well. But spring rains mean thunderstorms are coming, and I find nothing more fascinating that a wild spring thunderstorm. I want to go wade in creeks and chase my friends as the smell of everything -new- fills the air. I want to feel the tug that is the still before the storm, to feel those insincts that never really go away tell me that something I can't comprehend is coming. Nature is calling, and I want to climb a tree and let the wind whistle past my ears.
I love spring. It plays havoc on my habits, but I find my reactions to the scent of the air interesting.
It smells like spring. All rain and warmth and fresh earth.
I'm now twitchy.
Why? Because I want to go play outside. It's two am, drizzly, and very, very dark. I want to go roam in the woods behind my house. The spring air is tugging at me and has settled in my bones. I love the smell of spring rain, it smells so good. Not like the fall, though I like fall rains as well. But spring rains mean thunderstorms are coming, and I find nothing more fascinating that a wild spring thunderstorm. I want to go wade in creeks and chase my friends as the smell of everything -new- fills the air. I want to feel the tug that is the still before the storm, to feel those insincts that never really go away tell me that something I can't comprehend is coming. Nature is calling, and I want to climb a tree and let the wind whistle past my ears.
I love spring. It plays havoc on my habits, but I find my reactions to the scent of the air interesting.