Spring Days: I Know I'm Alive

I love the spring days when the sun's rays shimmer over the skin, heating body and mind. But it disappears and reappears like a confused lover. The impartial wind sweeps down and chills, calling for goosebumps, sensitizing. Your body is both hot and cold, and it confusedly reacts to both. On days like this, I know that I am alive. The clouds are immovable(as in a painting); they are made of feathered pigments. The smell of newness lifts from the tolerant earth, an all natural perfume. Deep down I know she'll kill us before we kill her. For survival is the biological code, and the frantic living feel its green call.