We walked slowly under blossom, delicate clouds of candyfloss pink freckling the silver sky.
We trod softly over fallen petals, bright confetti glowing against mud and grass and boots.
We ran in the rain, puddles blooming across our jeans, our jackets, our skin.
We passed daffodils, sunbursts puncturing the earth.
And as we went, I felt my heart gently start to thaw.
Joanna Corbet 