Spring. Spring. Spring.

"Spring Spring Spring," sang the frog. "Spring" said the Groundhog.
Home for a Bunny

During my lunch break, I sat in my car; windows rolled down, sunglasses on, seat reclined. For some reason it brought back memories of waiting for my mom after school. There's this distinct time I found myself laying on the front seat of the Olds, looking up through the windshield at the afternoon sky. The sounds of kids playing drifted in through the open windows (the windows that could be all the way down, front and back). I remember feeling happy and content...wanting to make this a memory for some reason. Maybe it was my senior year and I wanted to reminisce years later...the plan worked. Safe. Happy. Content. Sitting in my car on a spring afternoon.