
<p class="wp-block-paragraph" style="line-height:2">Today my senses expand as I turn the corner onto my street. </p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph" style="line-height:2">With no blooms in sight I smell the sweet aroma of Spring flowers in the air. </p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph" style="line-height:2">The sleepy grey morning sky is swept with the brilliance of yellow daffodils, lavender-blue muscari and pink tulips. </p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph" style="line-height:2">Like the creamy aroma of strong espresso waking me up from a groggy morning descent, so does the sharp and satisfying perfume awaken my spirit. </p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph" style="line-height:2">My head, facing forward, begins to tilt upwards. My nostrils open, my belly and chest widen, welcoming the fresh floral bouquet. </p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph" style="line-height:2">I savour the special moment between nature and me. </p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph" style="line-height:2">As I receive the fragrant offering, my sluggish senses are filled with hope. </p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph" style="line-height:2">Unsolicited, my routine is liberated by an invitation to breathe-in beauty and bathe-in gratitude. </p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph" style="line-height:2">Spring has come and gone each year. Still, this season is the first I have indulged in years</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph" style="line-height:2"> …but it won’t be the last.</p>



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Sweet Spring
