a sunny run in the arboretum after a morning of downpours.
we welcomed the first real deep, warm spring rain last night; through wide-open windows, it induced a soporific soaking of raindrop dreams...
snare drums and a million ticking clocks.
we all tried to concentrate on the bbq chicken picnic, but the juicy grass just seemed to make wrasslin' just that much more inviting...
leading to dampened socks and elated spirits.
i know my feet are still humming.
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