It smells like spring rain, and that’s a smell I almost forgot. Always do, until I catch a whiff of it, in March. And it smells glorious. Like rich, clean dirt; like foggy mountains; like new leaves growing and turning green from the tiny red ones.
It’s a day that feels like biting into a honeycrisp apple. The sun is shining brightly after so many days of rain, and the cold turns the tip of my nose red. The frost makes the grass faintly resemble a photo editing filter. The green is so light, so neutral that it’s hardly real.
Summer is my favorite season. Not just because it’s warm, and I hate the cold. Not just because I still remember what it was like to be off school for months. Summer is just a part of my soul, ingrained in me. Perhaps it’s because I was born in the summertime. Perhaps it’s because I like to see things alive and growing. Perhaps it’s because – but no. Summer, to me, is home.
Back in…October or so, when Allison put up her poem book on Google Drive for her beta-readers, I read this one poem that made me cry…and then inspired me to, whilst sobbing, write more details. I ended up with a page-long flash fiction, and haven’t done anything with it since. I haven’t even edited it.
But I knew it was good, so I figured I should probably publish it on here. The story line is absolutely NOT mine, I totally stole that from Allison’s poem. But somehow the emotions just articulated themselves into words like they rarely do, and I felt this as I wrote it…even though I’ve never experienced it. I’m an INFJ. XD Anyway, without further ado.
Recently I was quite disturbed by an Instagram post by a photographer I respect and admire. This woman, who says she’s a believer, posted something of this nature: “I’m a Christian. I love Jesus. But let’s admit it, I cuss a little. I read questionable romance novels. And I want to shoot your wedding no matter what your relationship is and whatever you identify as.” (Paraphrased.)
Hey guys! I have something a little different for you all today…I’m releasing another short story! This one I wrote in one sitting after being inspired by a picture, and hardly did any editing…some things just happen like that. I love this story. It’s one of the favorites I’ve ever written! Since it’s so short, I’m not going to publish it on Amazon but just post it in my blog post. I hope you all enjoy!
February went by with a breath; in a blink. Somehow, the month that usually seems to creep by went faster than ever this year. Now it’s March. The other night, I heard crickets. If there’s one thing about winter nights, it’s that they are silent. The crickets chirping; the robins perched on the bare tree branches; the tiny buds on the peach trees and the scent of living, growing things remind me of a sensation that comes but once a year – spring.