How I think

[kougraducky]

The sun beams down, it's happy rays warming the face of the earth. The flowers open their sleepy petals and stretch and yawn, their sweet perfume floating through the air. They call upon the men buzzing on by in their yellow and black garb to come drink of their sweet nectar. The bees frolic in their soft petals and emerge, love-drunk and covered in pollen.
It is into this glorious scene I emerge, smiling with the anticipation that only spring can give a young girl of 18. Everything and anything seems possible, and with this in mind, I bound down the front walk with a little hop in my step.
As I walk, I feel the fabric of the skirt I am wearing brush against my legs. I shiver, the feeling of the soft cotton glorious against my sensitive, pale skin. The warmth of the light surrounding me caresses my bare shoulders. I'm only momentarily worried about the possibilty of sunburn later. You only live once, right?
Turning the corner, I feel the gaze of every awakened being following the flare of my skirt as it billows out around me. I giggle loosely, lost in the emotion of the glorious spring around me and unconcerned about how I may seem to others.
Suddenly, my senses are alerted to the interest of a dapper young man across from me on the crosswalk. I look up fleetingly. He smiles kindly, and I return it, gazing at him coquettishly through my eyelashes. I feel the delightful flush of womanhood crossing my face. For the first time I can remember, I feel comfortable in my skin. I am a sexual being, but that sexuality isn't me. It's just something that adds colour to my already sweet smelling petals. I hum quietly to myself as I make my way down the street and cross the man.
This was the spring. It was the spring of my 18th year. It was the awakening of the spring inside of me.

[Andria]

I enjoyed reading this

also coquettishly is one of my favourite words

[Socks]

I like how you think and it reminded me of yesterday when I was out and about, looking at things. I noticed most of the girls had donned on skimpy outfits, adorned in skin, in anticipation for the warmth, and they were just so bubbly. I saw one on the road, to the side of me in this barn type house, she ran from the porch to her car in a white blouse and streaming golden hair. She was very beautiful. Where was she running to... whom was she running for? I would never see her again. In the distance the sign read to merge lanes, but I had to yield for the circle ahead. It was cloudy, very bright, and haze, all in one afternoon. I suppose that is why the firemen were out burning fields, trees and undergrowth. It was a surreal sight, the land ablaze and hot, deliberately set, by these figures in red and cloaks, slowly moving about the inferno. Black plumes filled the sky, cars drove on casually by. I had to laugh but I wanted to cry. There were lakes and marshes, bugs splatted on the windshield, bleached out pavement and sun rays in the eye, I never blinked, figuring out life one tree and shrubbery at a time. Soon I was at the river, on top of the bridge and over the horizon, looking down and the water how it looked so solid and inviting, soft as a blanket. I can see why the jump, especially at dusk on a lurid lake. But my car edged on toward the railing and I had to correct myself and speed on through the curve. The lights were glowing red but then turned green, and I saw all that there was as like a film, shuttering upon a screen, the faster the light the more manic it seems. As figures from an old war film, that move in jerks and frames unseen. There I thought about love, where was it, who had it all and why was it so damn unjust? Pretty eyes that I stare into and fill the void, but how hollow their look seems at second glance, and yet I don't care I go on, believing in faith and here we are, awaiting another spring and talking about the flowers again and the birds are chirping. Silly bees.

This is how I think.

[me003]

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