Memory and desire, stirring

So this happened. And every time it does, it takes me by surprise. That brazen trollop Nature, after months of shamelessly torturing us with her icy necrotic pincers, comes suddenly, voluptuously bounding from her hibernation bed and rubs her nectar scented genitals in our faces. How are we to resist her delirious charms? I, for one, will not. I will wrap myself in her warming embrace and trip through her kaleidoscopic fun house, her floral fantasia, and once again be reassured that hope and beauty persist and prevail. Somehow makes you glad to be alive, doesn't it? 

Nectar scented genitals