needed a win.

let his body rest last night. Today, he awoke with the smell of Spring (and rebirth!) in his tickled, oft-upturned, nose. And upon awakening, the urge to run swelled in his dense, strong bones. Like trees and children, change is inevitable with time. You are who you were and will be who you are. Metamorphosis and realization are not acts of forgetting, but I hear they require time and patience.