New Beginnings

I like a long spring, he said, with green shoots poking promises through the leftover snow and early robins shivering on barren trees.

I like it to be over, she said.

I like sensing hidden growth, he said, almost ready to emerge and yet, for now, nothing but a feeling.

I like to see it with my own eyes, she said.

I like to savour the unfurling leaves, he said, and take long walks along the swollen river watching the current carry away winter’s last shards.

I like it when it’s already gone, she said.

I like the slow build-up of warmth, he said, the creeping anticipation of the lengthening days and strengthening sun and—

I like it when it’s here, she said.

I like to linger in the moment, he said.

I don’t like to wait, she said.

Published by Aly Writes

I bake. I write. What goes better together than a good story and a delicious fresh-baked pastry? Nothing. And I can give you both. Grab a hot cuppa and join me.

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