Last year during Slice of Life I wrote, Have You Seen Her? after a beautiful surprise snow covered the ground. This year, I'm a bit done with snow and am hoping for spring so I wrote this:
To complicate matters, Winter just would not stay away. He too was a smart conductor, but he had ice in his veins. He always brought snow with him to sing along with the orchestra. Though Snow was beautiful, she was cold and heartless. Her breathy words seemed to take over instead of floating in harmony with the music. For some reason, when she was around wind blew too hard, sun could hardly get warmed up, and rain disappeared all together. Snow's presence seemed to blanket any room she entered, and though others were awed by her sparkle, she made it hard to breathe.
Despite the rumors, the orchestra was getting nervous. They hadn't had a strong practice. It seemed every time they were together someone was having an off day. Sometimes wind blew too hard. Other days, rain could not warm up and made click click sounds instead of its gentle soothing music. Sun was hard to keep motivated. Some days she would hide behind the clouds, hoping to fade into the background. Other days, she would disappear all together. She needed Spring for strength.
It was the day of the concert and Spring was scheduled to arrive, but no one had heard from Spring. She hadn't been to any of the earlier practices. Snow kept showing up and Winter seemed to want to stay. He enjoyed his time with the orchestra. The concert would begin soon, and the audience sat on the edge of their seats in anticipation of Spring. They enjoyed Winter's music at the start of his season, but they soon grew weary of its repetition. Spring had a way of making everything exciting and novel.
It was time for the concert to begin, but the musicians were restless. They buzzed among themselves wondering if Spring would make it on time this year. Soon they settled down and an uncomfortable silence filled the auditorium. Minutes seemed like hours as everyone waited. The audience began to notice the cool air around them beginning to warm. It felt good as it enveloped them, touching their skin with hope. Everyone looked at one another knowing Spring had to be near. They knew the signs.
Suddenly a murmur began in the front of the auditorium. The murmur rippled to the back of the room and grew louder. Soon they saw her walking toward her platform. The crowd was relieved and rose in applause as she entered. She was stunning in her suit of emerald green; her hair the color of daffodils glimmered. Her eyes of blue glistened like the sky. She looked confident as she smiled at the audience and motioned for them to be seated.
A comforting silence filled the room as Winter handed her the baton and exited with Snow at his side. The room, filled with many, was too warm for them to stay. Spring smiled at the audience and then turned to greet the orchestra. She looked confidently at Sun who began to play. The warmth of her piano created a tempo for others to follow. Soon wind gently joined in harmony, and rain came in as needed to bring life to the music. The gentle chirping of the birds could soon be heard by all. The audience was motionless as the music moved through them. They had missed the sounds of Spring's orchestra.
Friend smiled at friend. Spring had woven her magic once again. She was a team player. She didn't realize how beautiful she was nor did she know how much others admired her. She just humbly did what she loved. Breathing life into all those around her. Bringing joy and hope to the hearts of all.
© Cathy L. Mere