The first signs of springtime

The slightest chill still hangs in the air, the only reminder of the season now gone. Ducklings, fluffy and hopeful, waddle from the stream across the park to the shade of the overhanging tree. A bird flies in sharp, precise movements against the backdrop of a halcyon sky, and a yellow flower begins to bloom in a terracotta pot on my window sill. Leaves dance delicately, flourishing in the branches of an old oak, casting a mixture of shadow and light across blades of rolling grass that grow more vibrant as the days whirl by.

Raelee Lancaster