nice spring days always make me feel as if i am nine again and ready to jump on my bike in my reeboks and my osh kosh and ride as fast as i can through the woods of my neighborhood.

so today i choose to do chores in the flower beds instead of the house and i run in circles around my yard with my arms stretched wide like an airplane or an eagle and i feel the sun on my shoulders and the wet grass under my shoes and i breathe in deep and pretend it's not january.

it's so much better to live youth than just to think about it.

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