The golden remains of last year's grass are pushed aside with the strong, green blades popping up anew with each morning. Buds are forming so delicately and surely on the branches throughout the horizon. Yellow daffodils, bloomed and beautiful, stand straight and tall, their smiling faces telling me of the incoming of spring. Rays of radient sunlight kiss my bare arms and cheeks. Warm breezes chase away the chill of winter.
The frozen meets the thaw.