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Walking outside is a feast for the senses |
| When spring comes, so gently a walk in the neighborhood is so nice birds sing so joyfully jubilant in the trees swaying with firm green leaves bright roses peep from prickly bushes light music or voices can be heard coming from somewhere carried by the wind the smell of fresh laundry wafts from a garage a leashed dog gallops happily ahead of its owner while a contented cat peers from a white-framed window the air brings hope and laughter the earthy scent of freshly mowed lawns mingles with exhaust fumes from cars that gently coast by on the cemented street I take in these things as I go by and for a moment all is well. |