Spring Air

I stood in the barnyard while the sheep and donkeys pushed the hay around in the feeders getting the good stuff that falls to the bottom.  I swallowed deep breaths of warm, wet spring air as the Canada geese honked overhead and the wind danced around me.

We have to be happy when we can I thought, smiling at being able to simply be for a while.

I let the spring air infuse my body, inside and out and for a moment, I was spring.

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