cyan's Journal: Albertan Yearning

Thick raindrops pelted the freshly green grass, the temperature barely warm enough to keep the rain from turning to snow. A few hundred meters away, a sheer mountain rose up towards the gray clouds, proudly crowned with freshly driven snow. But the entire valley was brilliantly green, a stark contrast to the mountain's white snow, and untouched by the worries of humankind. Here and there bunches of yellow and purple-blue flowers clung to the rocky sub-alpine landscape, shivering in the cold mountain wind.

As weather in Alberta is ought to do, the rain went as quickly as it came, with gray clouds turning to white mist. White mist then eventually yielded to the bold, solid blue of sky, blinding sunshine beaming down upon the green Earth.

Amongst the foliage, an oddity stuck out from the rest. One of a kind, the flower was angel-white rimmed with soft tinges of pink. It bended towards the sunlight ever so slightly, instinctively. A fat drop of rainwater rolled off of the petals and smashed into a piece of slate underneath it. And, with that unspoken ritual, Alberta's first Wild Rose christened the beginning of spring.