The Big Tent prompt this week was to write the cure for something that’s got us down. Now admittedly it hasn’t been a terribly cold (or terribly long) winter around these parts, but still, I’m ready for spring!
In my dream, I am walking through tall grasses,
a light breeze softly playing with my hair. The sun
is so bright I have to shield my eyes with my hand,
and the sound of chattering birds grows to a
crescendo. I find myself thinking, this might just
be spring. I awaken suddenly to the sound of
birdsong, with sunlight pouring through my window
and a gentle breeze playing with the curtains,
and find myself thinking, this might just be spring.
Read more responses to this prompt here.