a tuesday in march

there was sunshine, and blue skies, and a warm sea-scented breeze. there were friends. there was the beach, and the light-house, and the dunes, and the garden, and the deserted park, and the mist over the fields in the early morning. there was playing and running, and jumping, and talking, and reading, and screaming, and laughing, and (sword-)fighting, and hugging, and hiding, and searching, and finding, and walking, and water-cycling, and singing, and tobogganing, and eating and drinking and sleeping, and kissing, and being read to, and sharing, and telling, and re-telling, and cleaning, and sitting, and swinging, and helping. there was ice-cream, and wine, and fries, and chocolate, and fruit, and salad. there were bare feet in the dew-covered grass, and bare legs hidden under skirts, and bare arms in pretty dresses, and bare heads under the sun....

oh, and there was spring too.