Slice #12 of 31 March Challenge

The Sprout

Drip Drop. I hear the icicles melting.  I feel the air starting to get warmer.  A light breeze passes by me and I shiver with delight.  We finally have an outdoor recess.  I am walking around the field with my friends.  The perfectly manicured grass is still covered in snow.  Suddenly I see a bit of green poking out.  A little sprout.  It may be small but it means everything.  It means spring.