She knew what she loved about the change in seasons.
She listened to people exclaim about the light evenings to the background hum of lawnmowers and music now audible through open windows.
She watched children reach out chubby hands to touch the soft fleece of new born lambs at the local farm.
She smelled her neighbour’s hyacinths, peering over the fence to see the kaleidoscope of purples and reds that had exploded in their flowerbeds.
But for her, she longed for the bats, their orderly emergence from the eaves showing the beauty in patience.
The true arrival of spring.
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