Spring is the most beautiful of all seasons.
I wake up early in the morning just to see the beautiful dawn. Surely nothing in the universe could be more beautiful then the Andalite sky turning from vermilion to orange and yellow?
I rise early to write before my parents wake, and then we perform the Morning Rituals. I bow to my Mother and Father and leave for school. I find it pleasing to trot along to school and watch the Kafit birds flit to and fro, hunting for food for their young in the early morning light. The new day illuminates their wings… from school I listen to their soft warbling cry and I am pleased to hear them.
At school a magnificent hiranti tree blossoms so thickly that when you walk under it, your fur almost picks up their soft, sweet smell.
As evening arrives the sky darkens to russet then vermilion and the tiny Nedaiin come out to hunt, their screeches reverberate throughout the forest and fields. Other girls find the sound of this predator frightening, but I have always found it fascinating.
At night a warm breeze blows and I shield myself under my hala fala's gentle branches… this is especially fine if the air carries the scent of ripe ooka melon.