The feeling of Spring 🐦
The smell of freshly cut grass, as if all of a sudden everyone has decided it's time to mow their lawn.
How the cold marble floor feels just a little less glacial underfoot than last month.
The birds' 3 a.m. innuendo that stirs my baby awake from the deep depths of nursing.
The unmistakable scent of rebirth that conjures memories of morning bus rides into the countryside and musty old villas drying up in the timid sun.
Dear Spring, we've been waiting for you 💓
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