100 Words: Spring

One of my professors encouraged us to keep writing journals and to exercise our writing muscles through prompts and challenges. Most days, we began class with a 100 word entry on a variety of topics. I'm having a "blah" day full of creative self-doubt and worry over my post-op puppy, so this is 100 words on spring.

Spring is coming. The atmosphere is like a layer cake: cool stacked on top of warm, on top of cold, on top of balmy, on top of bitter, its icing blue and white, soft and fragile. Breezes bring whispers of change – promises of rolling dark clouds and tumultuous April rains. The first tender blooms test the strength of the sun. And beneath the soil, fresh shoots of green grass wait. Spring is coming, but it is not here yet. It lingers within winter’s brown shadows, its breath held, winking at us, before it bathes the world in particolored splendor.