Profound Paragraphs XIII

“Up out of the lampshade, startled by the overhead light, flew a large nocturnal butterfly that began circling the room. The strains of the piano and violin rose up weakly from below.”

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

With spring in the air, this bit of literary poetry sprang to mind.

What words from literature make you think of spring, or vice versa?

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