The day was silver; cloud flooded and icy cold.
The ground was speckled white with snowdrops, sometimes pink with cyclamen, sometimes even yellow with daffodils. A great big shiny promise of spring.
Soon. One last winter-soaked breath.
We escaped away from the crowds, away from the drops of snow, away from accidentally photobombing people’s flowery snaps, and wandered into the woods.
Wandering into the woods is always a good idea, despite what the fairytales tell you.
We found no wolves or witches.
Only petals fallen to the path and camellia stars stuck to the sky.