Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Spring was holding its breath.

Spring was holding its breath, because suddenly today I see tiny emeralds suspended on heretofore naked bushes and lo, pink blossoms appear on a dogwood tree. Exhalation, at last. I wore a tank top outside today, and it felt good. Air soft and warm on my skin, stirring the hairs on my arms.

I'm glad it's warm now, because gas is so fucking expensive that I can't afford to drive anymore.
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