Spring brings out the animal in all of us. It would be more obvious but no less comical if we were covered in fur and walked on all fours. We snort and prod the ground, flicking tufts of grass into the air. We roll on our backs, legs stiff and unwieldy, stabbing the blue sky. We run just to run, grabbing each other by the honches and squealing. Backs of hands, backs of necks, backs of bodies... the whole of the human is suddenly very appealing.
"We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts. There's no sense pretending." Animal Dreams