In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
""Growing up on the farm it was easy to enjoy spring. Everything came back to life in a way that hit you in the face everywhere you looked. The roads were no longer mushy brown. The tree limbs weren't naked. The sky donned blue shades instead of gray and the clouds seemed to dance on light breezes. Even the air smelled like it was brand new--cool and crisp like ice cubes in fresh water."
The Angle: Vol. 1991
, Article 28.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1991/iss1/28