spring

❝ Lately, the dream’s changed.

It’s early morning. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but the sky’s the colour of cherry blossoms, pale and a little pink, a little blue. The air is sweet. The birds are singing.

In the dream, I’m surrounded by trees, all new-touched green. The grass is soft under my bare feet. Somebody’s laughing, out of sight but approaching. I turn to greet them, already smiling. I hold out my hand.

It’s clasped warmly.

​I’m not home yet, but I’m on my way. I know I’ll get there soon. ❞

--a companion piece to winter