A Breath of Spring
The garden is bathed in the high sun, casting soft shadows on the grass. Sitting on a wooden chair, I close my eyes. The air carries the sweet scent of new leaves and blooming petals. It is a quiet moment that makes my heart feel light.
Beside me, an open notebook rests, its pages fluttering in the breeze. There is no rush to write. Just breathing in the fragrance of the season is enough. The world feels soft and kind today.