Spring Cometh.

I love the countryside I do, even if its in a municipal but rather lovely park. I see the signs coming in the middle of London, but its glimpses rather than the full blown effect, buds here, blossom there, bunches of daffs springing upwards through the long winter grass. But to be able to smell the fresh clean air, let my eyes relax as they are able to see the horizon and absorb the colours of the acid greens springing to life in the distance on the specimen trees, then and only then does my soul truly sing.

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