A Spring Canvas

A sweet spring morning where the grass is damp, and the sky is lit by the rising sun, it’s not cold, but there’s a chill in the air - it’s not warm either, but you know it’ll be a good day for weather.

As the sun creeps up it warms the clouds, it paints itself onto the houses around, and there’s not anyone else but you breathing the fresh and crisp spring air.

The chill sinks deep into your skin, but you don’t shiver, it merely gives the feeling of being refreshed and ready for what lies ahead. It’s time to unwind; it’s time to clear your head.

The horizon is like a canvas; there are houses and trees, gardens and cars, there’s a mix of colours - red, yellow, pink and orange too! All within a sea of blue.