I love the way the sun comes through the leaves on the trees in the summer. The blue sky, green leaves and light from the sun says it is time to relax and have fun.

Your shoes crunching in the snow.
The echo of tires skidding down the street.
Peaceful.
Quiet.
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.