Doppler

One of the purposes of this blog is to attempt creative writing.
Attempt is the operative word. I'm learning.
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A drive down the highway reveals the change. When the spaces between trees are compressed by the speed, a Doppler effect of color results. The grey branches are quite visibly crayoned in by Spring. The green buds raise their eyebrows suggestively, saying, aren't you glad you waited? Aren't we worth it?
It was at this time last year that the snows came in and said in high piercing laughter, "Just kidding!"
Oh, the leaves came, but it was hard to wait. After the first tantalizing smiles and wake-up yawns, to be slammed back into sleep was almost cruel. For it was a sleep trying to remember a dream and the brow was furrowed by its mental labor.