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Spring, as it is in the daylight, is much of the same as it is in the night. The world comes alive with sound and new life as those who had once fallen into a frozen slumber now awake, the season of nature's animalistic desire takes over, beginning the circle of life for many of Earth's creatures.

Trees and flowers are able to breathe a sigh of relief as they shake the chill from their branches, stems. Large oaks and maples are revitalized by the warm breeze, pulling the fallen brothers from their arms to make way for new. Fauna and flora alike, are free to thrive as light showers wash away the remnants of nature's grieving.

To watch this occurrence through vampiric sight, is to understand the world in a way no mortal can. To capture it with a magnitude that Van Gogh is unable to portray in his scenic paintings, that Shakespeare is unable to describe through his carefully plotted words. Only I, and others of my kind are able to witness this sort of beauty. Perhaps it is indeed this phenomenon that allows us to spend so many years on this earth with a tinge of sanity still intact. For me, it is an artistic expression like no other, the only thing I find more attractive and wondrous than myself.

The slightest of smiles curves my lips as I watch this reawakening from a park bench overlooking a field trampled down by various games of mortal enjoyment. My thin fingers are interlaced, resting against my knee as I cross my legs, leaning forward to take in the breeze.

Four times a year, for about the hundredth year in a row now, I've found myself in this seat, watching nature prosper and die as the seasons circulate. The one thing I am able to look forward to in this life of constant boredom. I've thought to write about what I see, but I know my words would not bring it justice, and I refuse to defile the process with a lack of perfection that it so deserves. So instead, I sit. Taking it in season by season until the threat of global warming and mundane pollution destroys the delicate balance needed to preform such an act. With this, I believe I too would cease to exist with the winter.