'Spring arrives in full bloom, flowers blossom on trees only to be whisked away by a sudden wind to be carried off towards the clouds. When the breeze rushes past your clothes, you can't help but feel giddy inside, feeling life brush through your hair. Screw the report that's due today in history, poetry's just itching to flow from your pen. It's time for the season of spring again.'
My Entry for Anthro Challenge #94 - A Taste of Spring