The fog held onto the trees, layered the lake with a soft mist, like winter’s keeping one last finger over the place before retreating for a while. The cool air caressed leaves softly inviting them in their first dance of the year; timidly the foliage followed the guidance of the breeze.
Surrounding the lake, bushes shed their dark skin and dresses themselves in green. Splashes of brighter colours, purple, red or pink appeared as buds shyly opened up reaching for the weak light of the sun trying to pierce through the mist.
When it finally did, everything would look perfect.
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix prompt