I think heaven will smell like spring.
It's a scent of sweetness, of hope.
Hope bubbles within me as I breathe in the gentle breeze, feel it caress my skin.
Today hints at the promise of an awakening, of things dead and dormant waiting to come to life.
This spring-scent breathes happiness, joy, of spirits that are hard to dampen.
Every fibre of my being strains to come alive and rejoice in the freedom from bondage of winter's heavy layers and dim light.
I love spring.
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