Tranquil harmony

Breathing-in the soft aromas on this chilled afternoon, I sit, contentedly in the sun, anticipating the arrival of HRH, the Duchess of Spring, and the delicious thaw of winter. A cool breeze rustles the bare branches of the Cherry Trees in my backyard, and in the distance, I hear the intermittent sounds of Seagulls and the faint sounds of a frog chorus wafting down from oft the mountain. Children are playing somewhere as their laughter - and the mouth-watering fragrance of the ocean drifts about on the wind.

It is utterly peaceful.

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