˚ .⚞ 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗞 ⚟ ٪ ࣪ ˖
𝓣he flower that had been a tight bud only days ago had begun to open, already had a deeper blush of pink. The 𝓦𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 should still be in force but already spring had pushed it back to moderate temperatures and the kind of gentle breeze you don't notice unless you stop and be present in the moment. Ruth stretched out her fingers to touch the silky 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙨, they were cooler than she'd expected, smoother too. She tried to will it to open faster, to see the beauty she knew was inside. But nature has its way, its timing, and she wasn't ready yet. A few more days of warmth and it would 𝓑loom, she just had to wait.