That sudden spring of hope gave her joy beyond imagination. It tapped inactive optimism, and opened many doors of possibilities. For a moment, she was again an expectant dreamer who believes in dreams coming true, in aspirations materializing. She saw leaves turning green again, and smelled the scent of budding flowers.
However, that spring of hope easily spun into autumn totally skipping summer; leaves fell down helplessly, and flowers withered reluctantly.
Spring gone in a rush this time, and its departure was as sudden as its arrival, leaving the old dreamer trapped in a dreamland where not a single dream came true.