When I am outside at this time of year I can remember springs all the way back from when I was a little kid.
How good the air smelled, and how light my feet felt outside of heavy winter boots.
It felt like freedom.
I remember how we'd spend hours and hours outside in those early spring days: light as air without heavy coats, soaking up every ounce of warmth from the sun.
When we finally went back inside my mother would always greet us with big hugs and bury her face deep into our hair and inhale deeply.
"You smell like fresh air and sunshine" she'd always declare.
Today smelled like fresh air and sunshine.
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