The Spring Smells the Same

Whenever I was little, if something bothered me, or frightened me; if I felt like the world was shaking around me, I would go for a walk. I've spent half my life now in this same neighborhood, and the smells of it are the most comforting things in the world, especially when theyre damp and warm in spring. Things are changing. My worlds are converging and I'm growing older every day. I'm not always sure what I'll become, but as long as the spring smells the same, I know things will turn out alright.