My younger cousin put it best, I think.
"Spring is my favorite season, because it has a little bit of everything!"
Rain, sun, clouds.
Cold, cool, warm.
Melting snow.
Yellow daffodils.
Baby birds.
Rainbows.
The thick, rich smell of wet earth.
The sharp, clean smell of grass.
Drizzle.
The sun on your face.
It's a season of change.
Of transition.
Of contrast.
Of new beginnings.
And I'm doing everything I can to make the most of it.
I've been buried for so long.
By dead leaves, snow, and the weight of winter's thick, cold air.
All of it holding me down.
For months I stayed stagnant.
Unable to move.
My name is Leah, I’m 12, and I’m weird. My mom says it’s not me, it’s just everyone else and they’re still growing up, but if I’m the odd one out, I’m pretty sure it’s just me.
Click
Click
Click
I push at the eraser
of my mechanical pencil.
Watching the lead peek out to say
“Hello!”
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