Spring Air Lucy Hoods The sweet smell of spring dances with rich colours through the air to leap through meadows, forests and rivers to touch the sleek scales of a fish or tongue of a lizard. Just a light, a light of life to sooth the hardened flesh of winter. To bring joy, happiness, to cradle the deer and mice. The gaping throats, the bitter ice inside. Many a creature sips the dewy fresh air of spring. It seeps through their tissue and blood sprinkling energy in their bodies. Quickening pulse gushing a feeling of exhilaration galloping through the marrow of their bones. Weariness is crushed as green grass leaps in front spreading as one breathing blanket of lushness. Birds flit through, gaining a sample of meat from fat grubs and beetles juicy as berries in the dew. It sweeps though me, the golden air set alight with the patter of feet, the clatter of hooves, the rush of wings swishing through me with life.
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