First day of spring

The sun shone, the air was warm for the first time; spring came bursting forth with abandon, finally let out of its winter prison. Its energy fluttered, and it was clear placid relaxing was not enough to seize this day. Guitars and bagpipes liberated, long skirts and bare feet flying, hair and bodies spinning, the students played and danced along through an afternoon till the sun set and the scene faded into a lone discolored photograph, for the afternoon was too bold and magical to rest in merely two dimensions. It exists now in memories, lifelong bonds, and fond re-tellings.