Playing in the sun

Sun shining through the window, teasing me as it flits about the floor. The warm weather seeps in, beckoning those staring at screens and chained to desk. ‘Come out and play’ the sun sprites whisper softly in their ears. ‘Come out, the weather is warm, the air is fine and the hints of fresh spring blooms play in the breeze.’ The Sirens join they fray. My resolve weakens; the sun is warm and inviting, time to go play.