In The Spring

The flowers had begun to blossom, dancing gracefully in the light breeze. The March air had started to warm, leaving behind the icy chill, bringing with it a bright sky. It was the first signs of spring, a mark of fresh life. A time when the colours bloomed, freeing us from the dark, dull days of winter and indulging us in the vivid shades of the leaves and petals. For an instant everything seems simpler, the heavy weight of what was before being lifted from exhausted shoulders. People believe spring brings them hope, surrounding them in fresh existence. For me it’s like letting out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

When winter flourishes into spring, I can breathe again.