By EmilyRose Nulty
After endless clouds, the sun has broken through, blessing the hills and streets of Ireland, illuminating gracefully.
Lambs take their first breath and wobbly steps, daffodils radiate, standing tall.
Cafés fling open the doors for extra room, chatter all around with coffee being shared. Parks filled, colourful leads all around, tiny paws guiding the way.
Children running around to play, the parents staying away from the shadows of the trees.
Country roads decorated by primroses, farmers working from dawn to dusk. The salt air lingers, and the sea awakens slowly alongside the sunrise, creating splashes of light orange and pink.
Cities awaken earlier too, delivery drivers on their usual route, this time with a slight smile and trying to avoid the glowing caramel light.
Buskers back on the street singing classic Irish songs, engaging with passerbyers. People stop recording and singing a spring tune. Posters for local gigs plastered across the hoarding in the city.
Villages, towns and cities getting ready for march seventeenth. Green fields, freshly cut, slightly wet grass clinging to your shoe. The air is clear and the breeze has a snippy cold.
Birds sing, noses slightly cold, the light brushing their skin; they can’t help but grin, and heavy thoughts begin to lift.
Overlooking the markets filled with vibrant produce, couples explore while photos capture the beauty around them.
The piles of rhubarb fill the air with its fragrance. People making plans to meet, exploring now that the days feel longer and coming into the new season.
Spring, a time to pause, reflect and embrace the light ahead.