I. Love. This.

I love spring, when it's rained overnight and you're driving in the morning, and the sky is somewhat charcoal, denoting more rain to come. The trees have wet bark black as pitch, and the leaves are luminous green, exploding onto the scene like they're all lit up, as if to say, "Hey Look at me! I was born to awe you and be appreciated!"

I am hypnotized by beauty.