My favorite time of the year has always been spring. Back in New York, this is when perpetual cold weather began to warm up, the cherry blossom bloomed, and my seasonal depression would fade. However, I wasn't getting the same excitement as usual. Maybe because I was living in an eerie, foreign place, or that fact that my husband and I are not on the best terms.
I needed this new -hopefully short- chapter in my life to be as bright as possible. This morning I dressed in my cutest athleisure wear to attend a morning run with my new neighbor friend, Annabeth. We met a few days prior on the elevator and since I have decided to open up and be more positive, I scheduled a very casual, yet necessary obligatory bonding time so I could seek her out. She promptly knocked on the door at 6:30 am and greeted me with coffee and doughnuts. I liked her timeliness but I refuted the kind gestures because I had a doughnut a few days earlier.
Our run was better than expected, the view was pink, purple, and orange streaks across the sky as the sun rose. Normally I don't like to talk while exercising but I couldn't believe the things she was telling me. "I have something crucial regarding the Mr. Evans case." I was confused. She continued with, "I have possession of his autopsy and you'll never guess what's on it." I blankly responded with a "what." "Old scars on his back, and lots of them. I think that's... you know... how it happened."
Annabeth rambled on and on about Mr. Evans. For all I know she could be talking about her dad? Teacher? Old high school crush? I decided it would be best for me to let her get it all out as I awed at the sky's beauty. When the sun completely lit the sky, I knew this spring may not be like others, but it'll be a good one.
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