Ode to the New

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I'm not quite sure why it comes as such a discovery, but I'm just realizing how much I love Spring. Maybe it's because I've spent much of my twenties in places where spring doesn't really exist. Up in the mountains spring is raw and wet and wild, which usually means that it snows and snows and snows until June. But down here in the foothills, spring is showing its glorious self. And it's all about rebirth. The mornings are cool and quiet, except for the birds happily rejoicing in the sunshine. The earth smells fragrant, as if all the fresh air in the world had just been recycled into something sweet. Overnight, a million different shades of green have revealed themselves. It's brilliant, and it makes me very, very happy.