I love when I walk outside on a warm breezy night and smell the smell of Spring. It is kind of a weird smell as I am sure you can imagine. Let me take you there. The smell is unique, it is unlike any other. You are outside, and yes, you can be anywhere. You look up into the dark night sky and it grows ever darker with the whirling and gloomy clouds above. The first good breath you have had in a long time. You take your time on it. Deep, in and out, breathe. You inhale, your lungs take on the fresh air like water into an empty balloon. Lungs starting to expand, and with the expansion you feel the sudden urge to hold in the first good breath of air you have breathed in too long. So you pause. You let the air take hold of your lungs. You let the cool air whirl. You have got no where to be. Not at this moment. You enjoy the small hurt of over expanding lungs.
The next part is not so easy, you breathe out. You let it out ever so slowly. You remember the first good breath you have had in way too long for everything it is worth. You enjoy the change in expansion, but you still regret having to let go of the air. Finally you exhale. You let it go. Out with the old, in with the new has new meaning. You are free again, and there is tension in your world. Not the tension you would expect, just the tension to breathe deeply again.
The smell of rain comes in with every breath, and with the rain the smell of worms. All of a sudden the thought crosses your mind. Spring, as it appears, is here to stay.
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