Rowan '07: Seeing

Ezra remembers when springtime came to the antebellum: humid, air thick like a mantle, scents green and pungent, everything waking from hibernation.

Here it is dry, mild-fragrant sage and dust-to-mud. The nights remain cold, cloudy days are bitter.

He remembers believing color-infused sunrises were of no consequence, myriad bright petals of summer against robin's egg sky a distraction, passing fancy.

Here the summers blaze, wear drab browns and greens and a sprinkle of yellow-gold flowers. The sky is pale turquoise, bends in the heat.

He remembers simply being.

Here Ezra feels vibrant, alive – because Vin is at his side.

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