So today I'm riding in my car, window actually down, and I suddenly get a whiff of that spring thing. You know what I'm talking about? It is that special something that sends you:
--the memory of getting the bike out for the year -- when you were like 7
--the slushy sounds of cars driving shiny saturated roads of winter melt
--the touch of warm sun drops that bathe lips and lashes
--the audible measure of purest riffs from passing car with open window
--the sight of burgeoning mint leaves and dogs' furry heads hanging out of moving cars
--the delicious taste of something new taking shape
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