It must be spring

I got a stone in my san­dal tonight, and there’s a sign of spring right there–I can wear san­dals. I can wear san­dals at 9 o’clock at night, and shorts and a t-shirt, and not wish I’d put on more clothes before I left the house.

There were some gor­geous sun­set colours in the sky tonight, like it had been paint­ed in can­dy-floss hues, and there’s a smell of burn­ing leaves that speaks at once of spring and autumn. There are buds on the trees, there’s green in the lawn, and there’s bar­be­cued burg­er in my bel­ly. There’s mud in my dri­ve­way, dan­de­lions in the grass, and geese in the Ducks Unlim­it­ed ponds (pho­tos lat­er). I rode my bike for an hour today and remem­bered again why I pre­fer cycling over run­ning. Must get out and do more of it. Espe­cial­ly now that spring is here.

It’s my favourite of all the sea­sons, and not just because my birth­day falls on its first day.

And now, I’m off to write for a bit.

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