The wind in my face
The snow at my feet
My board, zipping through the powder
I’m boardin’ down the mountain
It’s winter
But when I get home
The cherry blossoms are blooming
The bees are buzzing
The birds, their songs filling the air
It’s spring
Wait, didn’t I just say it was winter
Now I’m saying it is spring
That is funky
Warm winter
Cool spring
The world is changing
Everyday
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