“Finding Spring”
“Spring Has Sprung”
The wind blows to scatter the clouds. The clouds react with vigilance, coiling upward into the dark blue stratosphere. The radiant sun burns through the retreating dark clouds of winter. Cold air is no more, and the sun kisses the earth to expose it’s trade of everything in bloom. From a distance, the sound of a lawnmower cuts through the air, bringing about the fresh smell of trimmed grass and blooming flowers.
The man and woman finish their breakfast, stare out into the clearing sky, and pull out their bicycles while the dog runs in circles with excitement. The man adjusts her seat and pumps air in the tires. Before you know it they are finding spring.
The man is a different creature then the woman. He leaves her side and climbs high into the clouds, much higher then he has ever reached before, showing fearless virtue, that nothing can be accomplished without risk. The woman laughs and kicks her legs out to take off, but now is not the time; instead, she is the rudder to the man’s determined soul, and in return, the man is that for her.
As days pass and life changes gears, the man and his dog realize that “Spring has Sprung”. Again, they take to the high road to reach the summit of such divine providence. The sinking sun brings life to the grounded woman in the form of a shadow being stretched out like black tar across the land. And from this childlike manifestation, she stretches her arms out to embrace spring, and most importantly, her freedom.
