“A Child’s Spring”
“Far more powerful than all this sensory input, overwhelming really, was the deep draught of spring which he kept gulping down. Intangible, impalpable, invisible…but utterly overpowering was spring. It was a softness in the air through which he ran, a fragrance coming up from flowers newly blossomed, a joy in the flights of birds glad of winter’s end. It was a giddy cotton quality to the morning, some softness that made him thrill to be alive. As he ran, arms stretched to the sides and parallel to the ground like airplane wings, he felt as though he must take off and fly, such lightness and such propellant joy did he experience.”