Every year when snow melted, a smell comes with a spring bleeze. It is a nostalgic smell. I don't know why, but it's nostalgic though I feel it every year. It reminds me of my childhood without any distress, worry, and bother. It can even make me cry. At that time I was just myself and really happy but now I feel I'm acting someone except for me.
Spring is a beginning season in Japan, so there must be an ambition and a hardship. It might be a sad memory but I think I like to think of it. Strong sunlight and melting snow exists together, the impressive season.
from shun
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