People used to talk about
spring, the coming summer, going for nice walks in the fresh air, getting out for a bike ride, calling family on the phone, having coffee with friends, seeing the sunset on a beautiful day, watching the waves by the lake, walking around downtown, going for a streetcar ride just for fun, having breakfast at a
wonderful old diner right at dawn by the
window, watching a ball game, seeing the first robin, walking in the rain.
When I came to my new home — which I remember quite clearly, it was a
wonderful day in late
spring, there were some pink roses outside my
window and some in a vase on my new nightstand, and a
wonderful blonde doll was sitting on the pillow of my new bed — I suddenly felt being at home.