“I loved spring; the way it made leaves whirled and swung through the trees, turning the sky grey. Spring would change the weather and plants too. The weather would begin to get warmer, and trees would grow new leaves. Spring would always bring rain and wind, but it never brought anything for me.”

“I loved spring; the way it made leaves whirled and swung through the trees, turning the sky grey. Spring would change the weather and plants too. The weather would begin to get warmer, and trees would grow new leaves. Spring would always bring rain and wind, but it never brought anything for me.”

— Pratibha Malav