Flashfiction on Spring.

Addie wakes up in an unknown place that is beautiful and sunny

Addie looked up into the blazing sun.

Where was she?

She stayed crouched on the ground and took in her surroundings. This was not a place she knew or a place she had ever seen before, even in a photo or painting. It was a beautiful place, covered in greenery and glistening as the sun rays beamed through the morning due. 

She decided it must be spring because although the sun was shining as bright as it could, the wind felt icy as it brushed along her cheeks.

It was peaceful, nothing but the sound of the birds and the breeze echoed in Addie’s ears.  She stroked her hand along the green grass and felt the droplets of the rain that had come the night before.  Addie could only smell fresh air; nothing else was blocking her airways. Birds fluttered by not a care in the word and the trees swayed in the wind as they embraced the morning sun. 

Yes this was spring, most defiantly spring. The flowers were mere buds with just a tiny opening where Addie could see the beautiful colour that the flower was going to be. The clouds rolled by but did not fall as rain drops, they must have been passing to deliver the rain to another place.