It’s not yet spring, but oh, it absolutely feels like it. This beautiful warm transition is even better than the real thing itself. You feel warmer, you feel lighter. You have hope.
It’s not yet spring, but oh, it absolutely feels like it. This beautiful warm transition is even better than the real thing itself. You feel warmer, you feel lighter. You have hope.
and even though it’s still February and cold, it feels like Spring came early, and your life is so much brighter.
Because there is so much more decency and maturity in such a caring and nurturing greeting.
and you know they’re so genuinely excited to listen and share with you.
That charcoal, crisp smell. You know it’s coming.
and doing a damn good job at it.
Seeing people laugh and smile is the best feeling in the world.
you turn the knob to make it hotter, and it feels so good, that you have goosebumps from the heat.
and how its gentle thundering reminds me of the sound of a rocket, from far, far away, forcefully breaking through the various layers of the atmosphere, and how this sound conjures up an image of a giant grey wave errupting across the beach, like a tiny atomic explosion.
However violent these images are, the soft thunder allows me to view it with gentleness and a strange kind of delicacy.
and you align your profile just right, so your back leg is hidden perfectly behind the one in front, as if you have one leg.
Into the mirror, down the rabbit’s hole…
and especially those tiny and lively freckles that are born from this event.
