There’s a turn in the path, just before you reach the esplanade, full of concrete and crooked branches, a moment of silent nothing, belying the magic that lies beyond. A few more steps, a deep breath, a turn, and the world explodes in a sea of pink blossoms, of birdsong and light steps across green grass. Every year you think you’ve seen it before, and every year you are proven wrong. You’ve never seen anything like this before.
You’ve never felt alive like this before.
Spring rails into every cell of your being, bursts like mini grapes, like champagne bubbles in your blood stream. You think maybe this life is worth living, you think maybe this life is worth making the most of, you are ready to decide what that entails and to do it. You are ready to hit the town, hit the road, spring forward straight into space, May lies around the corner and you can feel it in your bones.
If you were looking for a ride, now might be a good time to speak up.
If you were looking for a ride, now might be a good time to set fire to your hopes.
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