Spring has sprung
At last it's riz
I wonder where the birdies is?
They say the bird is on the wing
But that's absurd
The wing is on the bird
If there's one thing I like about the DC area, it's the glorious periods between cold and hot seasons, when I can be working at home and sitting with the window open, breathing in fresh air and listening to the birds singing away.
/trash truck drives by
//recycling truck drives by
///yard waste truck goes by
////notices that everything is shimmering and green from the tree pollen
/////gives up and goes to the office.
I do wonder sometimes what I have to do in order to be exempted from the word count requirements of fan shots. It's probably unpleasant and embarrassing.