Natural magic

It was dark, pitch dark. Little sounds of movement could be heard. Some rushed by, sounding like tube trains, others more furtive and unexpected. Sharp, fragmented sounds emanated from all directions.

The temperature had certainly increased, rendering rest impossible. What air there was, was humid. With difficulty, a twist was performed, pulling and pushing against the surrounding darkness until the correct orientation was achieved.

Another vast throbbing noise seemed to last forever. The humidity soared, followed at a lesser rate, by the temperature.

Now, now was the time, for the first seedlings to appear, tiny leaves welcoming the spring sunshine.