last night after work i decided to take a walk through central park. it hit me at one point that with the absence of anything starting to bloom yet and the chill in the late march air, you couldn't tell if it was a day in the fall or a day in the spring. walked further and just as i got too cold to walk anymore and realized my hair was a windswept mess, my cheeks as red as can be from the cold, i spotted rows and rows of daffodils near the 81st street exit.
"rise and shine to the smell of flowers"
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