Seasons of Change

So I've got these photo albums, and they smell just like spring; March to be exact. They make me really happy, sorta like a warm rain or running around in the woods with my bestest buddies. Now I'm longing for a new beginning and a rainbow or two to set things straight. Maybe, just maybe, this'll be the spring that I fill my photo albums up. And maybe, next winter -- my memories will keep me warm.