Ok, I finally see it. The tender blooms sprouting from the sticks in the ground, the greenish yellow stubble on the tree skeletons , and the pinks and purples protruding, the whites and yellows yearning to free themselves from the depths of winter. DC's spring is like a prize for those who endured the long (maybe just my California clock) and bitter (also my California thermometer) winter. This weekend I'm hoping to enjoy the sights of spring from my new Schwinn.
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