As I walked into the office yesterday it was as if strolling through a garden. White and pink petals had reached their blooming point and a brisk warm spring breeze asked them to dance. Off they went, circling gaily and flowing downward in a light botanical rain of color and softness. We passed through it, beneath a blanket of thinning shale clouds yielding to blue skies, as though a carpet welcomed us to a chapel.
Spring was once a promise, a dream to take the edge off bitter and breath-taking gales... now it's life!
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