Northstar Vale The light on the dark side of me

Everything was in bloom or was in the process of opening their petals to the new world. She was always in love with the smell of new vegetation, the heady cocktail of flowers and green but that was not the only thing clouding her mind. Pale champagne eyes swept over the flowering trees that her mother always called dogwood, a funny name that. Their faded blush and ivory petals falling like rain when the breeze hit them, she was drawn to them as she tried to avoid the feeling of burning deep within her.

Oh how she tried to ignore it. With a shake of her head she let her body sag against the rich bark of the tree, closing her eyes to block out the shiver that wanted to make her body collapse to the ground. Should she let it? Again she shook her head and began to think of memories, times when her mother groomed her under cherry blossoms that were more vibrant than these tiny dogwood petals. Calling her her little cherry blossom, lacing the blooms in her fur.