Soft Silence
All is still. Even the birdsong goes uninterrupted by the usual cacophony of the world. Vibrant crocuses bloom an impossibly vivid ianthine shade all around. The wind is cool, yet soft, and the sun is warm. Come wandering through the woods, the fields, and the meadows. Fearful darkness may dwell in the hearts of many. But it is still Springtime.








