April’s Gentle Awakening
The river, once locked in ice, now flows with a quiet murmur, its surface a mosaic of melting slabs and shimmering water. The sky, painted in warm amber and rose, casts a tranquil glow over the village, where rooftops still hold traces of snow. Smoke curls from chimneys, a quiet testament to life enduring the season’s shift. Bare branches reach skyward, silhouetted against the fading light, while the thawing banks whisper of growth to come. This is not just the end of winter—but the promise of spring, captured in a single, golden breath.
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