It s as if some tuning fork rapped the planet. The whole thing vibrates with growth. Walk barefoot on this ground and you might pick up an inch or two yourself. Bushes bristle with life. Cats thunder through the halls in the early morning.
Robins zoom through the branches with bits of straw in their beaks.
Even the air seems charged with purpose. Food is almost redundant. Like some breeze-fed Amazonian plant, you could live off the scent of the blooming trees alone. The obligations have rushed forward with the season. The end of school is not months, but weeks away.