Last nigth when I took out the garbage I could smell spring in the air. A cool breeze with just a hint of warmth. Next door lives a family who runs a food truck. I could hear their voices, happier and rowdier then usual as they packed up the truck. The lights illuminated the multi-colored snack wrappers so they glowed against the darkening sky. The full moon lit up the rest of the street and I took a moment to breathe in the first air of spring.