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Those awful bird noises, which I secretly like. The not too distant sounds of morning commuters, a train, and the beeping of garbage trucks, which I could do without. The asphalt is wet; a welcome surprise after the driest March. The sun rises behind a clouded sky. The trees are in bloom and neighbors are off to work. Spring has come.

Those awful bird noises, which I secretly like. The not too distant sounds of morning commuters, a train, and the beeping of garbage trucks, which I could do without. The asphalt is wet; a welcome surprise after the driest March. The sun rises behind a clouded sky. The trees are in bloom and neighbors are off to work. Spring has come.