There is something absolutely stunning about sun streaming through leaves, putting their veins and scars on display, leaving them naked to onlookers, transparent. Maybe it’s because you’re blinded, but the spring sun leaves a certain hypnotic quality with its onlookers. Even the pavement seems to sparkle with the climbing warmth. The breeze drifts through, prickling the hairs on your arm to remind you of the winter, but everything, down to your bones, is warmed with a sense of comfort at its departure. Bare skin is pricked by blades of grass, itchy from newly born bugs that creep towards the sun themselves. Colors everywhere, pastels–soft and gentle, but luscious. Everyone awakens. The world is welcoming again.


Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s