(Inspiration #4) so the body aligns with the seasons

Squirrels chased each other up the large oak tree in front of Burleson Hall, the age-old building of the arts on campus. Reclining on a bench outside this English department wing, waiting for her class to begin, she realized that the ancient, crumbling brick building had come alive. Bright pink flower buds reached from neighboring trees to caress the building, and brilliant green shrubbery scaled the walls from the ground, up, in a sense newly edifying the colossal tower of learning. Admiring the glowing warmth of the sun on her face, she was also pleased with the gentle, cool breeze as her hair brushed across her shoulders. Dandelions yellow with joy spring up to signify the change of the seasons. Laying her book on the bench beside her, dismissing any false pretense that she might actually have been able to concentrate on the novel, she suddenly caught a glimpse of her sandalled feet. Having come out of a long winter hibernation, the cracked heals and dry souls, these pale feet had clearly barely survived the dark, harsh winter.