It's not quite 9:30 in the morning, and it's already 60 degrees out and sunny. There is even a slight humidity in the air from last night's rains, bringing with it that fresh clean scent with every breath that is unmistakenly Springtime in New England. Or my dryer sheets.
Spring is my favorite season because it brings with it suggestions of wonderful free times yet to come - flip flops and jeans, walks at the beach or through the woods in the mountains, long pointless motorcycle rides from point A to point A with everything and nothing at all inbetween. Freedom is what the smell of Spring means to me - freedom to live without restriction, to saunter outside barefoot and shirtless, walk instead of drive, pack up the tent and take off camping for a night, or sit out on the deck under the stars smoking a cigar and sipping some wine.
It's a beautiful morning and that fills my heart with hope and anticipation of the seasons ahead and fond memories of seasons past, and that makes me happy.
