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It is spring.
I have my head stuck out the window.
A drizzle is pouring from the clouds.
There are droplets on the car mirror.
And the wind blows it onto my face.
It's cold.
And the thing that felt fun to me.
Is starting to feel a little bit virulent, too.
It is summer now.
The world from my eyes is sun-beaten.
I touch my hair.
It is warm.
I touch my arm.
It is warm.
I touch the grass.
It is warm.
I look up at the sky and see the sun.
It is bright.
Very.
And I have to look away.
A green after-image appears in my vision.
Which quickly turns purple.
I sit down on the grass.
And lay back.
I close my eyes.
And reflect on my life.
Starting from this year's spring.