Lately instead of being a responsible adult, I've been going on long wandering walks, finding the perfect flowers, sketching on my back stoop, drinking coffee at unreasonable times. It seems I've really embraced a meandering life. But who else would take the time to smell that spring is right here? Does anyone else catch the whiffs of the newborn flowers, the almost hot cement, a bit of mildew, and grass being mowed next door? For now I'll just have to blame my impulsiveness on this intoxicating scent I'm smelling everywhere.