springtime: a musing

[NOTE: This post originally appeared on a now-deleted blog and is being re-posted here for my own sake.]

There’s something about sitting outside on a worn wooden bench and rolling a fallen flower petal between your fingers that truly embodies spring.

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Enclosed in a limestone courtyard, the sky is a quiet blue gently sponged with soft whites. The tree branches overhead sway with tame wind gusts and drop petals around. I wore my hair down to feel the wind rustle through the strands, not minding when they get tangled up by my pearl earrings.

Today was such a fantastic day. I’m so glad it’s spring already. To me, this season epitomizes simple happiness. Days like this, I think I’ll never leave Austin.

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