the heat is becoming apparent, was it not just winter seconds ago? the transition seemed slow and erratic. i am joyful for the warmth of the sun and the color of the flowers. the cherry blossoms have bloomed, they are for a brief moment, the most gentle beauty. i love the feeling of spring in new york. people exude joy and the feeling of going outside is plentiful. my body seeks the calm of moderate weather, the green grassy-ness, all the bloom excited into being. all melodies become spirited, the state of things so continuing. the feeling of spring, mono no aware.
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