When white curtains are drying on a line
for the first time in months
slowly moving in the gentle wind
and inside me the biggest Joy fills me up
Again my dearest beautiful spring is here!
I'll go outside now,
bury my nose in the dry laundry
and sniff like a mad!
That smell has a direct line to the happy-center of my brain!
*slightly euforicly spoken*
Coming over for a cup of tea in my garden?