Spring has returned.
No one asked for his opinion.
The snow is melting. Not all at once — slowly,
like something that did not want to leave,
but is leaving anyway.
The stones reappear.
The earth smells different.
The air has changed texture.
Fryx stands there, in that cold turning mild.
His filaments catch something.
His flowers open — he did not ask them to.
His stems reach upward without him noticing.
Something pulses.
Something warm, wide, enormous.
Like everything melting outside
is releasing something inside him too.
Around him, the trees remember.
Buds appear everywhere.
And Fryx… Fryx laughs.
Without knowing why. Without trying to understand.
His feet can no longer keep still.
The whole world feels like it belongs to him.
— Sënka_
WHAT DID YOU FEEL ?