By R.J. Byrd
*15 minute writing challenge*
A spring morning can be crisp, like a fall morning, but with spring, there are warm undertones. The sun plays peek-a-boo with the clouds. The gentle light warms your shoulders and face, contrasting the cool breezes that keep us in sweaters.
Each season has a distinct feel and smell. Spring feels very much like a beginning. Everything is fresh and tender. Spring flowers are starting to bloom, and thin, bright green blades of grass are starting to emerge. The air is light with the scent of flora and melting frost. The colors are also light. Tendergreen is on the trees and ground. Soft pinks, yellows, whites, and purples of flowers pepper the earth. It’s a treat for your eyes to see everything returning to life.
Sometimes, I want to lie in a field on a bright spring day. I can imagine the feel of the dewy, soft grass on my arms. Taking in the smell of flowers. Letting myself be calmed by birdsong. The intermittent sun chasing away the chill of the breeze. The lovely smell of damp earth.
I could let my mind focus on my senses, letting my worries drop. I can let myself be taken care of, not worrying if I fall asleep, I’ll be safe.
The beautiful wonders of gentle spring are far too soon gone to the more harsh challenges of summer.
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