I gaze upon the soft
brown earth through a foggy haze. My vision is out of focus, as though the
winter I had once known is slowly slipping through my fingertips.
As my vision gets
smaller, the beauty of nature becomes more prominent. The crisp frost of the
barren season has completely deteriorated, leaving the infant of spring on the
cusp of being born.
The final stage has
arrived, winter has left and spring has blossomed and along with it comes a plethora
of joy and wonder. The flowers are bursting into life and showering the world
with their grace. Spring truly is a magnificent experience. Now all we must do
is wait. Wait till the cold monster that is winter grips us again next year.
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