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spring. (short drabble)
There was something about spring. The presence of birds chirping once again. Squirrels rushing across the sidewalks. The buds on trees. The warmth of the sunshine on the forearms after deciding that the sweatshirt was a bad idea. Pops of green in the fields. The way the air had a scent of spices and hops at the annual brewery's crawfish boil. It was the smiles that she hadnt seen since October when the weather decided to turn chilly. The laughter of children at the playground on the property. The sounds of the garage doors being raised allowing more room for people to enjoy the fresh air and each other. It was the sight of him from across the room as he laughed with a customer, his tattoo slightly exposed under the arm of the black tshirt he always wore. The exchanging of glances until their eyes finally met. That little flutter of the heart and the curving upwards of her smile. Spring wasn't just for the changing of the seasons, it was for those who dug themselves so deep into their grief that they never thought they would be able to get out. It's the hope for growth and hope for sunshine after experiencing so many dark days. It's for blossoming and seeing the silver lining in life.
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