As I passed from the parking lot to the grassy area outside my room, I was delighted to see that the field was abloom with the season's first dandelions. Their yellowy faces were so cheerful and bright that I couldn't help myself.
I marched straight through that dewey, damp grass to the thickest patch of yellow I could find, and I took this photo. My toes might have been wet and freezing cold, but my heart was full of joy.
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