I trudge up the street, dragging my feet

The sky is a grayish color

Everything seems bleak

Until

A bee zooms bye, nearly missing my face

I smile, and notice that the air smells like fresh flowers

As I make it farther up the street

Tiny crocus flowers line the sidewalk

children skip home from school

I walk a little faster

An old man kneels in his front yard

pulling weeds from the ground

Spring is on it’s way