Late spring when the sparrows sang again Ants make invisible trails across my legs, normally I would mind but they're moving steadily along their way. Wind blowing my hair in every direction Showing me grey I haven't really noticed before My age spots, proof that youth is fading outwards. Freshly brewed coffee from the Tim Hortons down the street. A vice if you will Something that often brings me comfort but can amp my anxiety into overdrive. I drink the coffee anyways. Strong aroma of freshly cut grass, the first cut of the season. Lilac bushes with a hint of the unmistakable scent of fresh air. Everything has sprung alive, which I am quite thankful for. Yet I feel somber. So many thoughts flow through my mind in a day, an abundance of questions and unanswered emotions. Through age and maturity has taught me that I no longer wish to seek the aproval of strangers for I need not impress anyone but myself. Yet I had hoped that growth and forgiving others had meant I too along the way would be forgiven for the actions of my former, younger self. Sitting here opening my heart to the universe, continuing to be the best I can be and to grow. Looking inward, and attempt to seek out the approval I didn't have when I was a child. I am nothing but myself.