Why do the birds come flying north? Why do the animals get all frisky? Why do people jump on bicycles, drive more slowly, head up mountains? Why do bodies linger outside, lie on lawns, wander along the shore? Why do we hear laughter fill the air and smell yummy smells wafting by? Why do we go and on and on about whatever bounces into our minds and then be okay anyway okay anyway and even better than okay anyway even though at any other time we would NOT be but we are. Better than okay. Anyway.

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Color. The flowers are blooming. Blooming color.