It's the perfect day for a walk.
The early sky, a watery mix of yellow and blue, tastes like spring.
Already my tongue savors pastel-coated chocolates, soft bright fruit, iced tea.
My feet miss wet grass, sand of trails, each other.
I miss warm wind braiding my hair into knots, skin against skin, flesh of emerald leaves.
I move slow, hoping patience will let this day linger.
The early sky, a watery mix of yellow and blue, tastes like spring.
Already my tongue savors pastel-coated chocolates, soft bright fruit, iced tea.
My feet miss wet grass, sand of trails, each other.
I miss warm wind braiding my hair into knots, skin against skin, flesh of emerald leaves.
I move slow, hoping patience will let this day linger.
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