Morning of the day after . . .
I'm filled with a sense of joy and
peace. The promise of a coming
spring, the longer days, a smiling
sun . . .
Albeit late in finally showing its
pretty face, Spring is the beginning
of three wondrous seasons before
that dreaded winter shows up again.
I find myself fantasizing about all
kinds of plans . . . I like the idea of
a late spring vacation in the travel
trailer, a drive up in the mountains,
a walk in the park, that impromptu
picnic.
When I'm queen of the universe,
I'm going to replace winter with
spring so we can have two . . .
Please vote for me!
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