Belonging to Spring

Friday, June 5th, 2015

Although her first layer may consist of pinks-too-pale, heels-too-high, pearls-too-big, that’s never stopped her from running around on uneven ground trying to keep up with the elusive butterflies roaming just above her head — she has always been not-so-secretly envious of them. Giggling as she trips over the exaggerated platforms her mother warned her not to purchase, she reminds her mother that only the dull end up unscathed. Picking herself up and daydreaming about living among the flowers, she doesn’t even think to brush her green-stained knees off before frantically scrambling to catch back up to the delicately winged creatures. One in the same, they don’t belong to anyone but the Spring breeze.