I was running errands with the windows down.
The smell of fresh cut grass; shockingly bright azalea bushes, branches overburdened with fresh blooms but still young enough not to droop and sag; chalk on the baseball diamond... these are the context of my childhood memories, and their presence brings an irrepressible smile to my lips.
Five words come to mind:
It's good to be home.
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