I know that spring is some people's favourite season.
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| ..and the "season of rebirth" |
That latter bit actually seems sort of appropriate: like birth, spring tends to be messy and exhausting.
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| With the occasional nasty surprise |
Far from the rich hues of autumn or the riotous green of summer, the trails right now are nearly devoid of colour.
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| Though not devoid of mud and the last (hopefully) of the snowmelt runoff |
Yes, I have seen a few flowers here and there..
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| ..but since they've mostly been in gardens (these are my own), that doesn't really improve the trails. |
Maybe I'm just cranky, but I don't really find browns and greys all that inspiring.
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| It's like the ghost of a forest, really |
I'm just trying to hang in until the world actually starts to look bright again.
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| C'mon buds - let's go! |
..because right now I'd almost rather be back in the gleaming whiteness of snow.
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| At least your shoes stay clean, and there aren't any bugs flying in your face. |
But then again, what do I know?
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