Spring

There is just something special about spring that make me feel good. I remember when I was 12 years old sitting on a chair in our dinning room on  a Saturday afternoon just wasting, the sun was bright, the sky was clear and the breeze coming though the window was perfect and I thought to myself wow this is nice.  Strangely enough my older brother was listening to a song on the radio called summer breeze. I love the look of a tree full with leaves hovering over a side walk and the bright color of flowers with a grass as its background. Spring is nice. It seems to invite me to come out and play or a while.