I love the first days of spring. I really do. It might be the caffeine and lack of sleep, but these days have a shimmery effect to them- like little sparklies floating in the air. And as cliché as it is, spring feels like a new beginning and a time to start fresh. It’s when I feel righteous validation in stopping the ice cream man; spring needs a celebration! It’s a time to stop in the middle of the sidewalk and smile just because the tree next to the building smells happy. It means animals are being born all over the place, and little pieces of grass poking up out of the dirt. Even the dirt smells nice…earthy and clean and like little baby earthworms.
But not everything is fun and games. The worms didn’t seem to like the wet soil very much the other day, so they all wiggled their way to the top. Along come these birds. Not even really big ones. But those worms were all dead and on their way to squiggly heaven in about five minutes. It was a worm slaughterhouse. A time of trepidation and despair for the local earthworm community. I don’t know if they have little soil sparklies like we have little air sparklies, but I’m sure those worms weren’t happy either way.
I got to see the water this afternoon. This big wide open stretch of grey blue moving stuff just sort of chillin in the middle of some land. It was nice. I love it. I love the smell and the sound of it, and I like to play in it. I usually can’t stay out of the water whenever I’m near it. True story. The only reason I didn’t wade in it today was because of the slimy green and white bubbly stuff all along the edge of the rocks. And the smell of the slimyness. Texture, et cetera. It wasn’t all that friendly-looking.
I try to stay away from things that aren’t friendly-looking.
Peace out, kids.
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