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People watching is always an entertaining hobby, but it is a particularly fascinating study in the springtime. Spring is, I think, the only time of year people venture out of doors in full honesty, without attire driven airs or agendas. Winter intrinsically stifles individuality by necessitating layers of insulation, while in summer all clothing is manipulated by an subconscious desire to avoid heatstroke (from a temporarily non-judgmental position, of course.) Fall, although more potent a competitor, primarily marks the return of inhibition and subtlety, not the freedom of spring.

Spring is something special. She calls you near, coaxing and innocuously coy, until you stand spellbound within her grasp. She envelopes you in a perfect embrace, slips you into a state where every sensation is so utterly pristine that you almost can't breathe. And then, when you least expect it, spring carefully removes your shell, in an act not of exposure but of removing a burden you have carried too long to remember.

It is incredible to watch people thus affected. There is an easy, rolling grace to their steps and a contentment in their stature. They dress as themselves, shedding any costumes donned for public approval. And most miraculous of all, their eyes focus naturally upwards, reveling in the pure, heady boon they don't recognize.