Community Contribution: Spring.

Spring

Jensen looked about her, aware of the beauty that was bestowed her. The gentle breeze of the mid afternoon forest she called home blew gently through her hair, caressing around her body. The air was sweet with the smell of fresh water, pollen, and the life of the forest all about.

Her home, a small building nestled into the side of a hill was simple and functional. A roof hung over two artificial walls, and then against the hill itself. Inside she had a small stove, a bed, and some simple furniture. Some bowls, cups, and simple utensils adorned her table, along with candles, flint sparks and picture books.

Currently Jensen sat outside her small home, enjoying what she had to view. The ruins of what was once a dense apartment complex sat not far away, had been overrun by the forests as nature reclaimed what was always hers. Trees and vines had quickly moved in after the coming of the end, followed by the animals of the wild.

Currently some small chitters were galloping across the tops of the steel tree lines, speaking amongst themselves cheerily. Jensen wondered what they spoke of?

Down below there lay the rusty buckets, their innards overgrown and sprouted with the flowers of spring, the bees and bugs could be seen flying to and from each, spreading the seeds of tomorrow.

Here and there one could still see the signs of old: pictures, posters, papers, and trash, mostly strewn about or left half hazardly. The signs of struggle, of fire, of blood, of loss, could be seen in the charred remains of the buildings. At least what was left and not overgrown.

Jensen Remembered. She Remembered the Great Dark, the Great Fires, the Screaming and the Yelling.

Yes Jensen Remembered, but she was in the now.

She breathed deep the air of this spring, and she smiled.