Sorry and Thank You

Spring

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I walk through the muddy road hand in hand with him, dawn rays warming the side of my cheek. Listening to the sounds of early morning, the distant rumbling of tractors starting up and the warm greetings of neighbours as they all rise to till their fields.

All of a sudden, my hand tugs back and I turn to face him.

"Look," he whispers in awe as he points to the butterflies fluttering about in a meadow of small white flowers, as though he feels afraid that if he speaks too loudly, he would scare the butterflies away.

I stare at the butterflies, as they fly from flower to flower, drinking nectar, yet I don't understand what he finds so interesting about the flowers, or the butterflies.

I turn my head towards him, "what?"

"What do you mean 'what?', the butterflies are out! That means it's spring!" he squeals with glee, almost vibrating on the spot like a five year old on too much sugar.

I raise an eyebrow, "so? We've seen this kind of thing every year already, shouldn't you be bored of it?"

He scoffs, a disgruntled look on his face, "of course not! It's the season of life! Don't you find it fascinating how animals, insects, plants, almost everything, comes alive during this season? After the cold winter, this beautiful scenery that seems to warm you up from the inside..." then, he gasps and physically turns me around to another part of the meadow, "look over there! It's a bee!!"

I sigh, and look back at him, "I really don't get your enthusiasm about this kind of thing..."

"You just haven't learnt enough! Follow me, Raine!"

Then he's off, rich coffee brown hair bouncing with every step, I just shake my head, a faint smile tugging at my lips.

"Hey wait for me!"

I don't understand. I'll never understand, all because you aren't here to explain it all to me.

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