Fall is my favorite season because of all things fall. Winter is my favorite when the yard work is finally over and I can curl up under a blanket on the couch. Summer is perfect when I’m on a beach.
But spring. Spring is where it’s at. It’s buzzing with potential and unpredictability. I just took a walk, and the sky was breathtaking. To the west, a giant dark cloud loomed over the neighborhood like a tidal wave on pause. Stars twinkled in a patch of periwinkle between masses of dusky, gray-pink clouds.
A rabbit scurried in front of me while my sister’s dog stuck her nose deep into a shrub.
A couple strode by, hand-in-hand as they chattered, and other dogs on leashes wagged, sniffed, and yipped.
It’s alive out there!
My Corner of the Village 
I agree with the idea that spring is “buzzing with potential and unpredictability.” That’s a great way to describe it!
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And the cloud! Great writing!
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