shot of joy to a song of spring, 21.03.2019

winter fades before a late March sun. thick clouds in heavy skies have dissipated to small puffs of white in a perfect blue sky. you're sitting in a meadow, smiling that big smile of yours topped by brightly lit, fiery emeralds. ideas and plans spinning in your head, I can almost hear them clicking into place. I look at you from a distance, and smile and let go whatever I'm holding, and start walking to you, steps accelerating to the beat of my heart.