Posted on April 28, 2019December 14, 2022 by Lisa T.Prose; Spring Air 5:30am and the morning air smells of melted snow, new soil, grass, and worms. Sleepy languid in bed in front of my upstairs window, it’s still chilly but my body is warming up and I am ready for more. Share this: Synchronicity 13:20, DNA is TimeTelegramWhatsAppMorePrintEmailPinterestLinkedInRedditTumblrSkypePocketLike this:Like Loading... Related