The sun touched her skin and she breathed in slowly. There was a light wind that smelled of melting snow and green things. It tugged at her jacket and pulled a few strands of hair loose from her ponytail. She stepped into the damp brown grass and felt moist cold dirt under her feet. Between her toes, tiny flecks of green appeared like magic. The world was finally melting.
For hope and warmth January 29, 2014