Scribble: For my Millie.

      A playful breeze gently tumbled over the grassy field, as hidden beneath the tallest of blades, a pair of sharp, yellow eyes glinted in the sunlight. Just overhead, a ball of feathers danced carefree in the wind's gentle embrace, swooping closer and closer to the ground with each graceful maneuver.
      Soon, came the thought from beneath the grass, as the little bird came to bob along the ground, each step threatening to spring it back into the air.
      Now! came the predatory thought, as a flash of white and gray sprang out from the grassy den, landing on the spot where, only a split second before, the bird had stood.
      Looking forlornly at the sky, the pair of sharp, yellow eyes followed each graceful movement, sitting in awe of the feathery dancer.
      But I only wanted you to teach me... she thought, as the cheerful song filled the air once more...

Scribble: I think I miss spring.

      Shyly she stood, as nearby the midday sun dancing atop the rippling waters. Twirling and playing with the folds of her dress, a slight blush came upon her face at the thought of someone seeing her. Silly girl, she chided, her smile briefly fading, you're in a clearing in the middle of the woods. With an embarrassed sigh, her eyes turned toward the sky once more, the endless blue captured perfectly in her irises.
      Fluttering from far above, a single white butterfly drifted to the secret dancer's outstretched fingers, as the girl gently drew her hand close. "Is it you?" she asked, the pounding of her heart ringing in her ears.
      Before another word could pass her lips, a cloud of white fell gracefully from above, a thousand tiny wings fluttering away. Laughing as she twirled, the dancer let the creatures surround her in a graceful display, reaching her bare arms out for an embrace. Within but a moment, she stood completely encircled, invisible to the outside world.
      And in but another, a flash of white filled the air, as the dancer stood, with a small waif in her arms, clad in the most elegant of dresses.
      "Indeed it is," whispered the smaller of the girls, smiling just as brightly as her companion, "for as the season comes, so, too, do I..."

"Seasons"

      drifting like leaves, we were, lazily flling through each gust, but oh so brittle, so easily broken apart.
      drifting like snowflakes, we were, sailing on the currents but ultimately frigid, frozen in place.
      falling like raindrops, we were, so irect in our descent, but still flowing together, despite every crash.

      we are a river of debris. let the wind do what it will.

Scribble: Listening to Euphoria's "Butterfly Track."

      Fluttering around, little flashes of silver-blue, drifting along unseen currents of air.
      Pouncing all about, determined little eyes flashing and narrowing, scampering just below.
      Floating skyward, bursts of spirited giggles, smiling brightly just a little while away.
      Petals unfurl, clouds part, green floods the landscape.
      Ah, spring!