Today brings sunshine
To the weary and
Hope of summer to the faithless.
London is blooming.
Blossom lies on every bough.
The fresh fragrance of spring wafts around my patio.
The day holds promises of being lengthy
And whispers that it may stretch on till forever,
Or tomorrow,
Whichever comes soonest.
Monday 19 April 2004
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