Spring.

It was the scent of steaks charring over an open flame that permeated the four winds, and the far off laughter of children playing some form of tag with some form of rules that were probably foreign to him that settled it for Jake: spring had arrived as he warmed his bare feet in the afternoon sun, the occasional kiss of a breeze sending chills up his back.

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