Spring shows up quietly

 Spring shows up quietly…

and suddenly, everything feels alive again.

The grass a little greener.
The air a little softer.
The days stretching just long enough
for one more game,
one more laugh,
one more run down the path.

No rush.
No worries.
Just the sound of little feet
chasing butterflies they’ll never quite catch...

and not caring at all

Because this is the magic.

The kind you don’t realize
you’re watching in real time…

until it becomes a memory.

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