Whispers of the Season

The morning sun chases the shadows in a perfect line across the field. The shadows drift quietly in to the woods. The rays filter down through the crisp winter sky, carefully warming each blade of grass. Frost gently disappears, as the whispers of the season appear. The Daffodils bloom. The Iris wait.

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