Spring was on the bus today. Her rough and ragged hair was pulled straight up—thick, messy, light green sprouts bursting from the crown of her head. Her skin was pale, but underneath there was a ruddy tinge, the first signs of fresh, creative mud. She wore a blue scarf that flooded out of her gray coat, a sign of sunnier skies to come. Late April and May were already blooming at her feet; vivid puffballs of tulip pink, iris purple, and leafy green floated atop her daffodil converse. She pressed life and warmth and new beginnings into the ground wherever she walked.
This girl seriously had the best outfit ever. It was epic.