The smell of a spring rain is something you simply cannot describe.
My favorite smell. A smell of new beginnings and new growth, youthful and full of hope. Spring is here and so am I.
I sat outside my window tonight with a cup of espresso, enjoying life. The dim light of 19:30 and a fresh rain falling inches away from me. I sat and enjoyed life. I could smell life, taste it. My life was positive and I had nothing to complain about for that half hour with the rain. Pure joy and full of peace. I made it to Paris. I made it.
Just wanted to let you know that I love reading your posts. You are such an amazing writer that can capture pure emotions. You make me truly want to be back in Paris. Hope things are going well.
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