In the first field – a beautiful silence.
The silence of spring waiting.
The sound of hope and expectation yet to be fulfilled.
The second filed?
Noisy.
The riotous clamour of an exuberant and unfettered spring.
A deafening explosion of coloured sound.
Both fields are beautiful.
At the first you stop and watch.
There is no movement.
No sadness.
The joy is there but it has no voice.
At the second you smile, maybe gasp and birds swoop skyward.
Just because they can.
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