Is my favorite season.

I can't get over how refreshing spring is. All the snow melts away, the sun shines brighter, the air doesnt bite anymore. Its so comforting and inviting.

Its hard to sit in school and look outside. Its just begging me to go out and walk in the woods. Walk along the streams of water trickling down the hills. Look are the bare ground and trees, finally free of winter's harsh blanket.

In a sense, the snow has seemingly washed away the filth from the past year. Giving everything a new chance for a new year and a new season of growth.

The smell is gratifying.

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Later...
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I've desperately wanted to go explore or wander for the past three days. It's been so incredibly beautiful out and the possibilities are so numerous it hurts.

Finally today I came home and went outside to help my dad clear some brush. Taking time to roast a couple marshmallows and cook hotdogs. After we had a good pile I left and ventured into my woods.

I love my land. I take pride in it and feel lucky to have as much as we do. It may not compare to several around my area, but I could be much less fortunate.

I love to walk it and explore it. Though explore may not be the right choice of words since I know every knoll, crevice, and cliff.. Its still enjoyable to search for something new, or walk to some of my favorite spots and just stand for awhile, looking at it all.

Sometimes its sad. Today I was watching the water in the crick for quite a long time... and I noticed how damaged the trees along the 'shoreline' are. The exposed roots are merely nubs. Some were freshly wore and instead of a dark steel color, they revealed a light skin tone. They're so beaten, and I know its only a couple years till they fall like many others. In a positive light, providing for the time being a quick bridge across.

I also saw the remains of a block of ice. All that was left was the very strong clear layer of ice that freezes in a more vertical form than a horizontal way, like many vertical shards of glass imagine. It was propped up against a small tree submerged in the rising water. Parts of the chunk were hollow all the way through and it made a not so semetrical honeycomb. As the water lapped against it, it would sway against the limp tree and water would occasionally strain through the holes.

Water is so beautiful, but so merciless.

I wish I could be there to see the snow melting .. it sounds beautiful.
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