Spren #2

I feel like spring gives me butterfly wings. I feel younger, even happier, if that’s even possible. Days become longer, light enters my life.

My cats feel the same way. Meowing until my head is filled with felinity (a word!). My dog sniffs every grass blade and every stone on the walks, as much as he didn’t want to do it during winter.

Budding trees soon become flowers and leaves. I want to feel like that forever; I know I won’t, the pain will return, the sickness will spoil all with time, but now… I am alive.