Push

Finally there is enough light. Today the temperature is just right. I think I’ll go for it.

At the crack of dawn I push. I push straight up through the soil and decaying leaves. I keep pushing. Finally I burst into the light. I unfold and stretch and bathe in the sun’s warmth.

All day long I marvel at the beauty around me. Night falls and I close up. I need to conserve heat while I slumber. I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Dawn breaks and I try to open. What’s this? I can’t move. I am covered in ice and snow. I have to hang on. This winter can’t last forever. Or can it?

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