from where they sat, they had a good view of the trees outside, the darkened sky, clouds that were filled to bursting with rain, and their mood was a similar grey one. they had been hopeful, and opened the door to the outside, letting the wind inside. for the first time this spring, the wind was not cold, but a pleasant and mild breeze, making it enough to only wear a shirt, and not the cardigan that had been necessary up until only yesterday.
spring had been such a long time coming, and they were more than ready to explore the world around them again, going for long rides on their bike, bringing a picnic, seeing the way nature jollied up the world once again. they preferred winter for some reasons - it fitted their nature more to be indoors, to be by themself, reading their book, writing their stories, drinking their coffee. the Great Indoors had its merits, but even someone like them (an introspective homebird) had a liking for the soft beginnings of summer. spring was different. spring reminded them of the way their life changed so intensely, so many years ago, in that other country. spring was a reminder of life's versatility, and how Dreams can come True.
birds sang their songs or chirped simply, leaves rustled in the wind, the dark sky had made room for lighter clouds. the sun even looked like it might pop through. they took another sip from their coffee and watched in peaceful joy. nothing was needed this Monday morning. only this.
