The sound of wind rushed through the first leaves that appeared on the trees surrounding you. Everything was still fresh, and even despite the flowers blossoming around, the only green was grass on the pavement.
Some neighbour played music in distance, birds sang, the road behind the curtain of trees was making noises, too. All the sounds mixed around you as you sat with your eyes closed, letting the sunrays touch your skin as they pleased.
You didn't even realize when the sounds blurred, turning into one, soft breeze of vibration which then faded when you slowly dozed off, into dreamland.
You opened your eyes. Your body felt heavy, and your movements were sluggish. You realized right away that it's nothing but a dream. Or at least, it felt like one.
The area surrounding you didn't change, though. Everything was the same as you remembered it: the warmth of the Sun, sounds, although quieter than before, even the music coming from your neighbour's speakers.
What you didn't feel before, was the smell. Soft aroma of flowers that blossomed around you; you were more than sure you should have felt them before with how many there were. You could almost taste their sweetness on your tongue, they called out to you, urging you to come closer, to put them in your mouth...
„Be careful with these" you heard.
You opened your eyes. You didn't even realize when you stood up and approached a magnolia tree, almost as if it pulled you to itself. Your mouth was slightly open, as though you were ready to taste the pink petals. Or were you?
„They're poisonous" the voice added and you finally looked in its source's direction.
A man stood there, among the freshly blossomed plum tree, playing with its branches. The pink petals seemed to illuminate, their aura brightening up the man's silhouette.
You backed away from the magnolia, slightly startled. Were they really poisonous?
„If you're not careful, they'll snatch you up" the man explained, letting go of the branches and looking at you calmly.
He seemed peaceful, as if there was nothing in this world that could spoil his perfection. Surreal and God-like, yet his eyes were on you, as if nothing in this world mattered more.
„Are they dangerous?" you finally asked. The magnolia tree didn't move, it didn't seem like it could answer you. But the man did.
„Mhm, very. You never should trust magnolias."
„What can I trust, then?" you dared to continue.
The man smiled.
„Trust the Sun. It will never betray you like flowers do."
„And can I trust you?"
„Who knows. But if you don't, then what's the point in asking?" he exclaimed playfully, lowering his head to look at you curiously.
You chuckled, looking to the side with embarrassment.
„Right..." You tilted your head, looking up once again and stepping in the man's direction. His gaze never left your face, waiting, almost daring you to come closer with its shameless frankness. „Who are you?" you decided to ask.
„Hmm..." You stepped even closer. In your dreamy state, that one step was enough to bring you right next to him. You felt the warmth of his silhouette. Plum tree's shining touched your skin, leaving soft, pink sparkles all over the surface. You stared at the sight, fascinated. „And how do you think, am I flower? Or the Sun?"
His smell was sweet, too, you realized. It urged you to extend your hand and touch his face. It felt surreal under your fingertips. Smooth, like flower petals, you thought.
„Careful" he warned you, but you didn't listen.
You wanted to taste this aroma so bad.
„You should never trust the spring spirit."
