As sure a sign as buds forming on branches, or the first robin we would sight, or that scent of life filling the air, scent and sound, the crack of bats on balls, the disrobing of the vestments of winter, staring out the open window instead of the teacher, inhaling the breeze of life wafting through the classroom giving chase to the desert air from iron radiators and chalk dust, walking home from school watching the sunlight wink at us through trees that pirouetted with leaves birthing, amazed that in just a few days walking home became a feast of light and life bursting through the gloom of a winter that had lost its way in March.
As sure a sign as buds forming on branches, or the first robin we would sight, or that scent of life filling the air, scent and sound, the crack of bats on balls, the disrobing of the vestments of winter, staring out the open window instead of the teacher, inhaling the breeze of life wafting through the classroom giving chase to the desert air from iron radiators and chalk dust, walking home from school watching the sunlight wink at us through trees that pirouetted with leaves birthing, amazed that in just a few days walking home became a feast of light and life bursting through the gloom of a winter that had lost its way in March.
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