The bunch of clivea in the Vice-Chancellor's Garden, the soft warm air, a good night's sleep, a couple of deadlines met - was it one of these?
The reed-warbler in the pond, come south to nest; the run I did the other night, the first in ages; the new scent of jasmine on the air that night; the gazes I met of runners and bikers as we passed: one of these?
Or is it just Spring? Today I feel like I'm young again and I don't know why.
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