The iris are budding up outside and this morning on my walk I saw a field mouse scurry its’ way across the road stopping for breaks in the craters of old puddles. I can smell the hawthorn trees when the sun shines and for the first time last week it smelled like that baked concrete of summer while I left the grocery store.
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