Mist lay softly upon the street as I wander alone,

I think to myself – What an evening to behold.

Pausing and breathing in, winter’s chill still lingers.

But only just.

Yellow and white streetlamps illuminate the path before me,

Accompanying the light of the moon against the pavement.

I feel the flowers, the trees, everything awaiting Spring’s Breath

“It is almost time,” I tell them. “Patience.”

The world sleeps while I wander its streets,

Never do I rush through the experience.

Never do I take the peace and bliss for granted.

Simply, I just am tonight. I just am.

I allow the streetlight’s yellow haze cast my shadow against the ground.

I inhale deeply again, this time the cold air warming slightly.

The crest of Spring is already upon this silent town.

For it is I who brings it. I am Spring.