take it into the sun

I put my turn signal on and pull off of the pavement. I open my car door and breathe in the spring air. I see new leaves, green, on the trees, and potholes that I dodge and jump as I start skipping. Suddenly, I stop, and look down at my Converse. A small purple flower is smiling up at me, and I almost crushed it. “Sorry,” I whisper, and bend down to smell it. Signs of spring. I leap over the little flower, and continue strolling down the winding dirt road. The sunlight peaks in through the leaves and casts golden pools of light shimmering down on the brown earth. To the sides of the road, tall grass grows, a radiant green. Trees rise up from the ground, solid and strong. It’s so warm out, which is pure joy after a week of rain. I keep skipping, keeping my eye out for the little space between two birches where I’ll duck down towards the river. There it is. I reach to grab a branch to lower myself onto the bank, and make my way down to the water. The bubbling song of the river fills my ears, and I grin. I keep skipping along the bank, until I get to a fallen tree. I jump across the rocks to the other side of the river and sit on my favorite one to watch the scene. There’s a spot of sunlight which glows warm on my face, and I can hear birds chirping. I look down the river, thinking about the next place to explore.