Friday, May 6, 2011

The Rites of Spring

It's hard studying at home when your house is set before a patch of forest.

The odor of freedom pours in through the window, beckoning me to join in the festival of spring transpiring outdoors. And there are the trees, performing tribal dances in the wind. The rustle of leaves moving against each other escalates, carried through the air on the trees' communal rhythm. It creates a continuous chorus that is almost like a song, or maybe it is a whisper.

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