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            Spring is a light time of year. It’s green and lush, and rain and dew drip off of the plants and make the ground kind of moist. The sun shines, but not hard. Its rays float down from the sky and with a calm touch, warm your skin. The wind does not howl, but a light breeze whips through the new buds on the trees.

          When you take a walk in the Spring, you can see the dark of the last month wash from the plants, the road, the trees, the cats and dogs, the world. Life comes back and shines with all of its force. Calm springs through the cloud of fog that is my brain and clears my mind. It makes me want to sing and dance, to throw my arms in the air and twirl. 

          Dance, too, is a force of calm. Dance is a dream, a way out of the mess. When you dance, things fall down, piece by piece, and all you have left is the truth. In a real world, you need that. A way to break down your life and think of a way to see through to your end goal. 

  

          If the times are tough, think of spring and dance. They can help you rise up and feel at peace with your mind once more. If the days are mad, let the spring breathe life back into you and feel calm.