Seasonal splendor

I awoke to a slither of yellow light.

My feet greet the floor as I rub my eyes, focusing my kaleidoscopic view.

I check my phone, scrolling through the colorful blur of vanity.

I wander over to the window, drawing the curtains completely, light cascading into the room.

The world has transformed into a new seasonal splendor.

Tree’s blossomed, boasting warm pinks and yellows.

The grass, a bouncy vibrant blanket of emerald green.

The sky, a graciously clear azure.

I take a breath in admiration, inhaling the view.

Beyond the divine scene, a jungle of cars and pollution stampeding kidnaps my attention.

A boisterous metallic sea of chaos on miles of grey and black tarmac.

Flashes of artificial red and yellow beams.

The animalistic thunder of engines and screeching of brakes.

The pungent stench of petrol filled the air.

I sighed in shame, and instantaneously pulled on the blinds to mask the man-made horror.