It was dark

It was dark and grey
The boy who held her hand
could not descend the staircase fast enough
Why are you walking so slowly? he asked
She stopped and breathed deeply
At each footstep outside the door
He was blinded by the light
She was wearing a pale lilac hat
The long ribbons fluttered up at
Each breath of wind
The air was so strangely
sultry with a cool breath of wind
The grass shot up between
The cobblestones – bright green grass
It was spring