Shorts. Tank top. Running shoes.

Shorts. Tank top. Running shoes.
The sun smiles at me, finally.
The previously gray sky has left no trace
Of its sadness and fury.

The snow is gone. The ice has melted.
The sun looks upon the beautiful scenery:
Content at its fight in this battle.
It has finally won.

Birds sing their melodious song.
Radios blare their music.
While the wind caresses my hair.
And my skin soaks up the sun.

Shorts. Tank top. Running shoes.
Smiles. Waves. Laughter.
Finally, the sun has arrived.
And the world is blosoming once again.