I think I'll take a walk, through the late morning chill and dew. Feel the sun on my hair and my skin and my clothes. Smell the earth stirring and waking, smell the rain-smell left curiously behind by nothing. I will search for daffodils. I will look for memories and small pictures long since buried under distasteful things. Under bad thoughts, and sad nights. I will try to find the memories, the reasons why. I will try to understand why I've tried. I will try to find that same feeling I used to have. As the earth stirs and stretches and wakes it's life, I will try to do the same, for you. Because I remember the daffodil.