Tangy Tankie by Söppö

This is the essence of early spring. When the heat of your cheeks woke you up in the morning. You knew it wasn't a fever, but the first rays of the sun. Behind the glass pane, strollers passed by in shorts and down jackets. Straining your eyes, you could still see the remains of snow on the grass. The blades were greener than yesterday, yet still not as green as they would be the next day. The signals were mixed. But as you opened the door to the room, it hit you. Tart, sour, and sweet. In the heart, the compote, and the pie. The ultimate decider that mandates change. Rhubarb.