Spring

With the blossoms, it was an explosion.
One morning, I woke up, and the world had gone from drab to brilliant. Decorated in yellows and every imaginable shade of pink.

But the green snuck up on me. Every day, a little bit more of it.
The tree branches blushing with pale buds, gradually darkening and opening up into leaves.

Each blossom that falls is replaced by a cluster of green. Gradually, the stark contrast of the bare grey branches against the clear blue sky softens, and soon, the sky is barely visible through the canopy of leaves.

It's Spring.