OneEarlyByrd

A cool spring gust curled gently over Malibu’s face, causing her to pause in her tracks as it tugged at the decorative leaves that she wore. A cacophony of sound quickly followed as it rustled the budding limbs of the nearby trees. The cham took a moment to glance upwards, silently admiring the way the branches dipped and swayed with the breeze. Every so often, clear blue skies peeked through the small openings that the densely packed trees created. She couldn’t have asked for more of a pleasant day. While there was a slight lingering chill to the morning air, it was obvious that the sun would chase it away as the day continued. It was nearing the early afternoon, so she doubted it would be around much longer. Malibu was sure that a fine fog would have coated the ground had she arrived here earlier. Part of her was disappointed that she missed such a view. Continuing onwards, she followed the well-worn path that ran parallel to the river. It wasn’t paved, but it might as well have