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The first greening of the grass is like the first sight, the heralding, of spring with that glimpse of brilliant green that soon grows to carpet the earth everywhere. Then the trees, warmed by the fresh sunlight and rain, begin to unfold their leaves until even the last late trees have unfurled their finery and it is as if the last of spring has completed its work and summer has arrived.
It is as the greenery of new life comes that I feel a long dormant pleasure and realize how much I have missed it all. With spring many flowers bloom. Memorable for me in this part of the country are the snowdrops, crocuses, daffodils, forsythia, irises, juneberry, apples, and lilacs. Each is beautiful in its own right, each marks another splash of color and life in the canvas of nature. Perhaps closest to my heart are apple blossoms. There is something exquisitely lovely about walking through an apple orchard in full bloom.
It defies description. You must be there to fully understand and appreciate. There is the brilliant white beauty and gentle fragrance when the apples are in full bloom, and there is an almost sad and meditative beauty as the flowers fade and the white petals fall like some other-worldly snow to carpet the green ground.
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In general I would say sight Padre Mané - Kães Vadius - Psychodemia sound touch emotions from different avenues.
Speaking in particular about spring, while We Belong Together - Konshens - Real Talk find the sights of spring invigorating I often find the sounds of spring to induce reflection and a quiet pleasantness.
The morning time symphony of spring is carried out by the birds. They start very earlybefore dawn, and continue until the morning wanes toward midday. Their calls, twittering and chattering, interweaves with the sunlight to brighten the day and spur one on to action. One of the most pleasing sounds in spring, for me, are the peepers. Peepers are small frogs which emit a distinctive peeping mating call. If birds are the musical orchestra of the morning then these little frogs are the maestros of the evening.
As evening falls with its coolness and darkness begins to creep in the peepers take up their call. It is. It is strangely pleasant, like the melody of night itself.
Not only is it a sound to have wafting through a slightly opened window as one goes to sleep, but it is a sound for sitting on the porch after dark and thinking quiet thoughts as the night wanes late.
Then there are the geese. A pond sits directly across the street from my grandparents house, which a number of geese frequent. In the cooler hours of evening the geese seem most active in flying about.
Painterly, because the sounds evoke the images of wildlife paintings in my mind, especially paintings of marshes in the evening, with geese. If the birds and peepers are almost frenetic in their energy, there is something more stately and steady about the sounds of geese, as if they are the sentinels and watchmen over this domain, watchmen Bullet - Misfits - Als Bar 82 give their final benediction Fuck Your Open Hearts - Cornered - Fuck Off the dimming world as they head to seal the day with a final baptismal splash.
Smell is the most subtle of senses touched by spring. In spring there is the sweet fragrance of flowers, which is perhaps the first thing many think of. But my thoughts are drawn to subtler scents. In winter the sun is low and weak, giving little light and even less warmth.
Because of that I would say the first smell of spring comes when the sun rises high Im Free - Tomoyasu Hotei - Guitarhythm Ⅲ, Vullcan - Aroma Of Spring shines strong enough, to create the particular aroma of bedsheets warmed by sunlight pouring through the window. Is there any smell more homely and inviting than that? Then there is the smell of fresh air, so undefinable and yet something we all recognize on that first day after a long winter when we open a window and that smell, so deliciously fresh, wafts into the house for the first time after so many months.
It is an aroma which reinvigorates a person and truly freshens a house. If sickness hangs on the stale air of winter, then the air of spring brings Vullcan - Aroma Of Spring and life on its wings.
It comes on the wind, a harbinger of the storm, and strikes the senses with a particular almost tang. That is a unique smell that I always wonder how it is created, and so strongly, to come even before the storm has reached.
No flower has an aroma with such reach. After the rain has fallen there is the rich pungent smell of wetness, the earthy odor of damp dirt and things growing. He had never before asked if something was wrong.
He stopped himself, unable to break his Vulcan mask in public. Spock, of course, hadn't even attempted. I know something is wrong. Every time we go out you have the same look.
Tell me. Jim was so close, but so far away. Just like months ago, when they had been separated by glass and Jim was dying. Suddenly Spock couldn't breathe. His eyes clamped shut. He needed to touch Jim. Needed to know he was real, alive. But Spock was Vulcan. He could control himself. After all, they hadn't been apart long. They weren't great cover, but it was a difference. Jim pleaded, eyes bright blue and pained.
Just tell me. When had Spock gotten so tense? He caught Jim's hands before they were gone, relaxing perceivably with the feeling of Jim. Jim's emotions, his worry, his essence was there. Almost enough to calm Spock down completely. He was alive.
Instead of answering, Spock just pulled Jim closer, pressing his forehead to his shorter lover. His breath was coming in gasps and he found he couldn't answer even if he tried. He didn't know why he had this anxiety. It was illogical. But something about Jim leaving set this emotion off so strongly.
Warm hands were on his face, stroking gently. Little jolts and flickers of Jim lit his skin as it was stroked. Jim was worried, had been for a while. He could feel that Jim had hoped Spock Vullcan - Aroma Of Spring tell him on his own. But Spock didn't even know what was wrong. His eyes shut, just taking in Jim's touch. He could almost lose himself here, just like this. He could almost pretend they were home, alone together.
Almost wasn't quite enough. He couldn't speak, illogically couldn't form words. Pressed in between his Jim and the tree somehow felt more supportive than entrapping. Jim had to insist twice more before Spock obliged, unable to reassure with words. When Spock's own fingers were in place on Jim's face, Jim spoke the ritual words for him, and suddenly they were one. Spock hadn't felt this relaxed since the last time his mind melded with Jim's. It seemed the only time his anxiety was completely gone.
He had hidden his thoughts from his T'hy'la, not wanting to worry Jim. After all, he had died. He had been dealing with his own trauma, and Spock had been a dutiful lover.
He finally, albeit hesitantly, showed Jim his muddled feelings. Feelings that he, as a Vulcan, did not understand, but felt shamed to have. To have emotion, any emotion was un-Vulcan. Jim was human; he dealt with emotions constantly. Yet Spock was still reluctant to reveal this feeling to Jim. He was all too happy to give Jim his love and affection, but this This anxiety was weakness even for humans. And Spock could think of few things worse than Jim ashamed of him.
Of course he should have known better, because all that came from Jim was empathy and compassion. It flooded Spock like a salve. T'hy'la, his essence wrapped around Spock like the sun of Vulcan, hot and comforting. I wish you had told me. It's a reaction to my death. Jim answered his long asked question. Of Vullcan - Aroma Of Spring Jim knew. He was one of the most emotional humans Spock knew.
Trauma from the event has you reacting negatively every moment I'm away from you, because you're scared of losing me. It's okay, Spock. I know the feeling. He sounded so much like Spock, he almost wondered if Spock had answered himself.
That's what the doctors tell me, anyway. How does one rid themselves of this emotion? Spock couldn't handle it anymore. Couldn't handle the fear. He knew Jim couldn't stay pinned to his side forever. They were active members of Starfleet and would have separate missions. They were different people and would have to work individually.
Time, Jim warmed him and had him feeling so complete even though Spock knew that when the meld ended he'd be left with the anxiety once again.
And therapy. Talking about the trauma, discovering why it's there. That's what I'm told at least. Spock, you don't have to do this Vullcan - Aroma Of Spring.
You should have told me. He couldn't deny it, but he couldn't bring himself to wish to change the past and tell Jim sooner. He stood by his decision of protecting his lover for as long as he had been able.
We could become telsu. Jim's voice hesitantly suggested. Mental fingers caressing Spock, as if afraid. Spock didn't need to form words for Jim to feel his surprise. Spock hadn't talked to Jim about bonding. Humans were different and would often not commit to lifelong partners at such a young age. Humans went through many relationships, oftentimes not even committing to one person.
In some cases, committing to more than one person in a polyamourus arrangement. You underestimate me. And yourself. I learned about telsu from Uhura. I wouldn't be parted from you, or you from me.
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