Everything seems to be so surprisingly green and refreshing. Or perhaps it’s the effect of being cooped up in a small space for much too long and being unable to sleep.
As I rode the train home, I noticed how Spring is so beautiful… how this country is so beautiful. The country and home I have lived in for so many years, and now is merely a place I frequent when the opportunity arises. There’s a fresh scent, of grass, of new budding leaves, of new life. Beautiful with the sun beaming down on the Earth.
It’s nice to be home again.
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