it's when i can walk straight outside without pausing to fish out a jacket. it is curtains dancing around my room because the cool breeze that brushes against the fabric. it is the sunset after desert and grass as my pillow. the sound of lawnmowers, of falling leaves and rain against the window. pockets of shade and walks along a gravel road...I don't have a favorite season..I have a favorite feeling." ~ Author unknown
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rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day...
listening to the murmur of water...or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. ~John Lubbock
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