The small cabin was cold, and somewhat damp. That wasn’t unusual. Agatha, for all her other skills, could never get the fire properly banked at night. What was unusual was the sound coming from outdoors; or rather lack of sound. There was no pelting raindrops on the thatch roof. It was completely quiet. And the morning light coming in from the windows was not the dreary grey that could never fully illuminate the tiny dwelling. Something brighter and slightly warmer greeted her sleep filled eyes.
Agatha swung her socked feet out of bed and immediately into the slippers that were at the ready. She pulled the patchwork quilt around her shoulders and stood up. Slowly, almost timidly, she stepped to the front door.
A gold tinged foggy morning greeted Agatha when she opened her door. The sun, which had been absent for longer than she could remember, peaked from behind the low hung clouds just above the tree line. Even birds, somewhere in the canopy, were tuning up their long quiet voices. While still quite chilly, the air had the unmistakable smell of the earth coming back to life.
Spring had finally returned to the forest.
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This bit of hopeful writing inspired by moi’s Once More With Feeling Challenge. While we have been having a lovely spring here in the Pacific Northwest, yesterday and today have been quite rainy. Good for the vegetation though. What do you see?
- Using the picture below write an entry using the picture as Inspiration.
- Write what feelings you get from the image, let your imagination run riot, It doesn’t have to be a story.
- Write a short story fact or fiction
- Please keep to 1000 words or less