It Sprung!

Your shoes crunching in the snow.

The echo of tires skidding down the street.



It is over.

The sound of music from three buildings down.

The bumping and grinding interlaced with sweet rhythm and blues

The smell of grilled meat colliding with the perfume of a skunk.

The cool breeze coming through open windows.

It sprung.

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