Spring

Since everyone is writing about spring i figure that I might as well do so myself. I personally like spring, especially the later months of it. There is a certain smell in the air which to me means spring and is probably my favorite scent which could never be replicated in a perfume bottle as it is the essence of freshness and no perfume is fresh. I also love the feeling of antisipation and I have always felt that spring is the epitomy of antisipation. I often prefer looking forward to something more than I actually enjoy experiencing it. Spring is the antisipation of no school, sun, fun times, being aloud to spend more time with frieds. Spring is the antisipation of freedom which never tastes quite as good as it looks.