A season to whistle even when your shoes are full of lush, awaken and bright. It feels nice ambling as the cold wind puffs its way across your face.
Without grimace, scowl or glower.
I like to have my heart beating like a drum, guitar string to the strum with a beautiful song to be sung if I have a short tempo of rest.
To have ‘Rhythm of Love’ by Plan White T’s played low as I sipped away a mug of hot cocoa sums up a perfect day of Spring.
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