Deceiving - isn't it?
It looks like...feels like...even sounds - a little bit - like spring.

She looked right at me - so serious.
You'd think - she'd be smiling?

I looked back at she - and laughed.
It's coming.
It is. It has to be.

We're here.
To watch and taste and smell it all.
Really. We're the lucky ones.
Aren't we?