Our Four Seasons -V.T Fields covered in lavender, early spring announces it’s self; rich purples contrasts pale whites. Miles of unending land, both nourished and beautiful to the eye; a fresh start was required. A visible rainbow scattered in a bed of blue sky, rays of sun entering the scene immediately, skillfully, magnificently, and magically. Fiery crimson sky, a cheerful summer night, the shining star sleeps now, leaving a trail of gentle orange and fluorescent pink as it waves good-bye. Trees bursting of emerald colored leaves, passionate lovers, grass wild and wondrous, a picture perfect second. Capture a moment, a sequence of events, magnificent views, warm-hearted ideas that awake the core of the heart. Ferocious invisible winds, strength and faith in feeling something that’s not there, muted yellows, muddy browns, hushed reds, dripping rain. An unusual dimension that perhaps should remain a mystery to those who care to notice. Rapidly, the rain sheds it’s water, and the wind it’s power, equally they both smile at one another proud of what they’ve achieved. For far too long had the frosty snow imagined this, being able to unleash it’s white colored candy-floss across the entire world, snowflakes vigilantly crafted, owls with their watchful eyes, plants and flowers naked, petals and leafs ripped and newly replaced with shinny, tender snow. It’s the tenderness of our emotions, it’s the human that feels and wants to be in love, so picturesque.
