The First Spring

The Change

The wind was cold, brining in clouds of grey. The snow was freshly melted, leaving the endless fields of bare sage and dead grass sopping wet. Branches of empty trees barely started sprouting buds of green from their tips. Looking out onto the empty plains seemed almost like magic. Such a drastic change was upon us. Everything that was familiar to me was suddenly forgotten. The undiscovered beauty if what lay ahead encapsulated every fiber of my attention. 

I hear that change is never a good thing. It brings pain and suffering to the world around us. I cant help but wonder, is change really a bad terrible thing? Maybe they've lied to me all these years. The change being brought doesn't seem threatening to the least. 

I'd never experienced change like this before now. Stepping out onto the field for the first time since the last snowfall felt absolutely thrilling. As I took a step, my foot sank into the mud as if it was being swallowed by the earth beneath me. 

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