The last year is upon us.
The world is ending, but you already knew that; everyone does.
Spring has come, and the flowers have bloomed here in this small town with no name. Thousands of different colours now paint the field that had been coloured by frost alone just yesterday.
The townsfolk have gathered by the field to celebrate the beginning of the last spring with so many smiling faces.
I can’t help but wonder whether the flowers will bloom again before the sky falls upon us. Others must be thinking the same.
The beginning of next spring; the day that the world ends. It seems so far away, yet so close.
Wherever you are now, I have to ask, how are you spending your last spring? Did you get to see the flowers bloom? Did you smile? Did you cry?
|Updated||Jul 21, 2022|