Short puzzle : Spring

Open window.

Chirping birds, laughing kids, buzzing world.

The light breeze makes the blinds ripple, and sing a clinging music magnetic to the purring sphinxes gracing the office. Intrigued and focused they silently glide out to sit and take in the air, nose in the wind, eyes half-closed.

Transition.

Timid, quiet but impatient, nature is in-between. Faded colors, sparks of vibrancy, fuzzy buds and sprouts. Subdued. Powerful.

In waiting.

Soon the symphony will start and come to live, and its overwhelming ring will echo in my ears. Blinding light, pulsating chants, powerful bouquets of blazing reds and yellows – Spring will have sprung.

And died.

Time to close the window, and let the summer flow.