A Spring Moment

The morning breeze rattles through my hair, awakening each strand with a stroke. As though merged into the stillness of the natural surroundings, I can feel each section of my body move. My toes curling at the cold wet ground beneath my feet, fingers clenched tight to warm each other. Daffodils storm across the green pane of land, spreading yellow in two straight lines. There is a peace in this moment; solitude has found itself a companion in my company, sitting content upon my lap. Another gust of wind sends my dark locks swinging across my face, this time opening the clouds to reveal the sun. Brown leaves are turned golden by the morning light, cold feet are warmed by the glowing soul. 

Here I can contemplate, allow my mind to swirl in its own madness; peaceful chaos. Worries that will resume as I exit this bench, are unwelcome in this gentle moment. Although they may remain distant in my thoughts, there is no hostility in their manner. The air here is sweet, fresh with morning dew and earthy scent. Drop. Rain has come to join me, casting darkness over the white sun. Drop. I am no longer alone with solitude, but thrown into the land of mystery. Rain, the gentle reminder that excitement exists past my thoughts. 

Another breeze once again reveals the sun, the English rain sent away for another spell. Again the garden ahead is cast with light, shadows filling their space below the trees. Morning begins to fade, the day set to follow. Eventually time comes to join solitude, the ochre mist ahead igniting the natural clock. No longer can I remain lost in the peaceful bliss of this enlightened morning. I rise, ready to resume the day and return to solitude tomorrow.