Flash Fiction, a short story written in 100 words or less.

The woods are damp with the spring air and a hundred shades of green fill the senses with pops of colour all around. I inhale deeply, lost in sensation. There is nothing like it.

The path is still muddy from the winter rains, slick and steep. Trees rustle and stretch towards the sun, eager for warmth.

I am surrounded by birds though I cannot see most of them as they chirp and sing loudly. I spot a robin and smile going deeper into the forest.

Spring is rebirth and I am being reborn. The stress melts away.

I am home.