She glides through the forest bringing an essence of Spring. The rhythm of her breath singing with the gentle rustling of leftover Autumn leaves beneath her feet. Spring leaves unfurl from their buds as she walks by, only to wrap themselves tightly once again when she moves on. She provides a burst of bright sunshine to wake the slumbering plants.
“Winter is almost over” she whispers.
She stops.
She knows she has been spotted.
She gently smiles. Slowly, she turns, fading as she does. Mother Nature knows when it is the right time to show herself. She will be back.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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