Light. The creamy light of day; but not just any day. It was the first day.

The sun had barely risen above the edge of the earth. Clouds parted to let in the life-bringing light. The grass perked up at the idea of growth. Bees and beetles awoken to rise, some for the first time. The world waited. No one could see the impending beauty. Not yet. Someone was not awake yet. Something was not awake yet. Bees, bulbs, beetles, and buds waited with meek anticipation and quiet trepidation. Who would awaken the last slumberer? A hesitant beetle with a bright red shell covered in bold black spots stepped in front of the last to wake. It opened its wings. They flicked out of their containment with a soft swish. The bug clicked and whistled. The others held their tiny breaths. Another loud click. And another. Click click click! Hiss woosh swoosh! The world would not wait. They were ready. They-The figure stirred and its audience fell silent. She stood. Then, she breathed. In. The animals exhaled their worry. Out. They breathed in the new life. It had started. She had awakened. Even the water was still as she took a shaky step forward, then with confidence she unfolded her wings. The world no longer needed to wait. They were ready, and now she was too. With a final inhale, her eyes opened. Light. The world was silent. She was awake. The waiting was over. Spring was finally awake.