A chill creeps up my spine and I shudder. It’s cold today and the snow and ice are on my nerves. The novelty of winter has worn off.
Last night I dreamed of springtime. I saw green grass and fresh blooms in all colors. I saw myself laying in the grass listening to the wind blow. That gentle breeze, you know the one.
That sounds like a whisper when it flows through the blades of tall grass. I heard tractors and cattle. The birds were singing a beautiful song.
The hummingbirds were buzzing at the feeders and the sun kissed my face and made me feel warm all over.
The trees were once again dressed in their foliage, the squirrels were happily chattering along their branches. I dreamed of springtime, I awoke and it wasn’t so.