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April Magic

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
The trees did not sway, they were covered with different colors of flowers and seemed like a huge bouquet waiting to be given to a lover, if the lover had might enough to carry it forward with him towards his love that is. Light pink, mauve, orange and light yellow, surrounded the borders of every street, road and highway. It was the most wonderful sight. Each morning, the flowers laid a celestial carpet on the ground inviting the wanderer to walk through it in the hot sun; as if protecting the walker. I couldn't drive, or walk on it fearing I would damage them, scar them maybe; but they didn't care much I think. They were like the Summer Sunshine; happy, pleasant and gay; enjoying the Summer for which it was meant to be. 
I was greeted by t…