Spring!

Now that spring is close, I become a poet when I walk around outside. The effects of spring’s approach on my mood are obvious. The soft waves of untouched snow glisten like tiny diamonds, rainbow drops created by the sun’s rays. Ice-sickles hang like elegant curtains on the eves of houses. The air is crisp but not frigid; the sun now brings heat as well as light. These are the thoughts that float into my head as I stroll around my village, rejoicing that spring will be here soon. I recognize that the day has made me positively giddy. Then I step on something that squishes under my foot. In my town piles of cow, sheep, and dog droppings litter the streets. For months they were equivalent to piles of ice. Now they’re thawing, and I’ve just stepped in one.