Spring is like a perhaps hand.
The weather has been so absolutely beautiful recently. I live in MD, and after all the snow we had this winter, I am considering a move to a place where the days are more like this… all the time (only semi-seriously ;).
So, who else is feeling like spring? What does spring look like? Physically? Emotionally? Metaphorically…? Write me a story (or a poem) that makes me feel what you feel. :)