Why Must It Be Spring Already?

Dear bike-stealers of last summer,

You took my bike. I liked my bike. Now that spring has come again, I want it back. I want to bike along forested areas and beside lakes in the great city that I have moved to. I want to be able to travel miles from my home and the worries of modern life to read a book in a cool breeze. I want to eat great picnics with amagdalyn on grassy hills in the bright warming sunlight. Look out your window and see the beautiful spring weather. I hope you’re looking from a cell.

Hatefully yours, jamuraa