Blessed be Thou

With seasonal heat and summer sun,

The windows start to open up and welcome the breeze

It's the closest illusion to being outdoors

Rose, Poppy, Lupin, and Daisy have come to visit

Their presence makes me forget how to breathe

Why?

Have fairies stolen it and hidden away in an ancient hollow?

Has a curse befallen upon us for this slight breach in our quarantine?

Has Spring herself, Daughter of our Mother, graced us so majestically that I, a mere mortal, know nothing more?

I sniffle and my eyes begin to water.

I am... moved to tears?

Ah yes, I have violent spring allergies.

What a time to run out of tissues.