Ella Dancing Barefoot in the Spring
When the hot, humid days of summer linger and the crisp, cool days of autumn hold nothing but empty promises, I remember the first days of spring. I remember days when I longed for the warmth of the summer sun. I remember when daffodils forced their bright heads through the cold and sleepy earth and sweet-smelling air rushed in like breaths of freedom I remember when tender feet once hibernating in winter shoes felt the first soft blades of grass I remember Ella dancing Barefoot in the Spring.