🌸🌸🌸She went outside at noon. As always her lips touched a soft smile, and bright blue eyes of the color of the sky radiated peace. She was gone for nine months and realized how many people needed her. In the yard everything was still, but suddenly, on her tender peach cheeks, She felt a whiff. Honey curls shook her. With them, the game started the wind. The wind of change. She closed her eyes, inhaled the fresh air as much as she could, exhaled and laughed loudly. Her laughter echoed, a shy flock of pigeons fluttered and flew away. Tapping gracefully heels, she moved on to the city. The sun at the sight of it was dumbfounded, admired and lefton the soul from only her kind. Someone did not notice her at all, apparently was loaded with her own affairs or simply pissed off at the whole white world. But it did not stop her. She knew for sure that it was her time and did not want to pay attention to those who are too immersed in themselves. She walked. The snow melted, brooks flooded, the rivers opened, the birds giggled happily, foliage appeared on the trees. Wrapped in the scent of flowers, She stood up and wrinkled her freckled nose, looked around. Everything was as it should be. "Well, it's quite another matter!" she thought. And her name was Spring.🌸🌸🌸
