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YepIt's warm, warm enough to sit on the front porch, maybe 70F.They say a storm is coming, tornado possibly.That's for another time though.Right now I'm watching blades dance.The wind picks up occasionally.The smell of Spring rolls in on the wind.Fresh grass and rain. Only a little rain.The sun is trying to be heard.The clouds have made their claim.Crickets sing to herald in the change of a season.They sing at all times. A comforting lullaby at night.Don't know how long it will stay peaceful like this.Everything has to change.Soon enough it will probably be unbearably hot.A new concern has arisen.Have to lay the trash can down.The wind might carry it away.Would be a quick solution to a permanent problem.Then someone else would have to deal with the trash though.Not really a solution at all.The sound of thunder is coming through now.Faintly off in the distance.Should find its way here before sun sets.A beautiful day from a long winter.People wave as they