The sun casts long lazy shadows on the sweet green grass- spring is truly at its best. Light dapples and dances in between the trees, which resonate in my vision with their cherry blossoms of rich pinks and faded creams. I hear laughter, which echoes merrily but seems so near, and a thousand rustles of the crispy leaves beneath my bare feet.
Rows and rows of branches' shadows slide across my skin in criss-crossed patterns as the sunlight slinks in through the trees. A naughty breeze, cold and fresh, enlightens my senses like touching ice. Taste buds tingle with the taste of earth and honeys near.
ZHOOM!
Stunned eyes follow the wisp of smoke trailing behind a sleek snake of cars; they glint haughtily in the sun, with the grandeur of dazzling reds and yellows. The wheels seem to sizzle on the boiling tarmac, ready to go, with the engines rumbling and shivering as if the whole car was about to burst up in flames in a feverish frenzy of summer excitement.
I let out a satisfied breath which I didn't even know I'd been holding.
I grin wildly, as I begin to relish the picturesque beauty of spring.
