Birds chirping in chorus:
A first sound of spring.
The rot of melting dog poop:
A first smell of spring.
The snow-melt running in the street:
A first sight of spring.
The warmth of the sun on my face:
A first feeling of spring.
The taste of maple syrup:
A first taste of spring.
My awareness of all these things:
A First sense of God each spring.
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