The little swallow on my doorstep tells me spring is soon to come. Sleepily I stumble to the door gasping for much needed air. Burned wood is all I smell. Day in day out burned air fills my lungs.
Spring is coming and no food is in the fridge. Another spring I admire the swallows dancing, prancing. The sun promises a beautiful day. Hungry I remain.
Depraved of food and air I wonder. I've never been a spring person. I love winter the icecold fresh air so clean and bright. Only I never got a chance to breathe it in because of seasondestroyers who just love to pollute the air even if they have a full working heating system installed in their home.
Feed me I'm hungry, I say to the little swallow and it chirps at me twice. I nod silently sipping my tea.