THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING

Before I start, don't forget THAT I NEED YOUR OPINION, PRETTY PLEASE. :) Thanks so much for your thoughts so far!!

Remember when I promised to show you the entire piece of this sneak peek? It's finally here! 

Soooo, if you haven't heard Quelqu'un ma dit by Carla Bruni, you should definitely listen to it here while you read this little story. If this painting had a soundtrack, this song would be it! Let's get started, shall we? 

It was already in the air—she could feel it. The breeze was crisp and light; the leaves rustled as they pushed one another against the long, strong branches. Those leaves were completely covered in sunlight…they were actually glittering.

She swiveled in her white leather chair away from her desk with its smooth, white surface, toward the open window that allowed the light breeze to escape through the netted screen and flood of sunlight through its worn panes of glass.

It was calling her: the perfect blue sky, the flood of sunlight, and the rush of the breeze.

She breathed a deep and long breath, the kind of breath she had been taught during her first class of yoga, then turned her head toward the ceiling, stretching her tired neck. Her eyes moved from the smooth surface of the white ceiling down to her right, where she surveyed the illustrations supported by the clear thumb tacks on the cork finish. Her head slowly tuned down to the left, and she let her head hang down from her neck, staring at legs crossed Indian style, relaxing in the strength of the stretch. After a moment, she shifted her head back up toward the left, gazing at the sleek, white coffee table housing the scattered artwork, and then lifted her head again toward the right, looking straight up at the ceiling; just where she had started.

The breeze was picking up outside, coaxing her to engage with it. She took a final look outside the glass panes and knew she could no longer keep away from it all. Enlivened at the thought of a break, she pushed her body out of her chair, relishing in the coolness of the tiles under her bare feet. Walking around the hallway and through the sunlight living room, she made her way toward the door. She turned the knob of the heavy wooden door, letting a stream of sunlight and fresh air rush through the opening. She closed her eyes and breathed in again deeply, pushing the air back out through her smiling lips, and stepped out into the first day of Spring.