Today is a such a tease. It's practically spring outside and it's practically the weekend on my calendar. Come on, Saturday and May! But really, every year I forget how much this new season means to me. And then it comes back after a six-month winter, and I remember. I remember that spring is for me and I am for spring.
That's really all I have for you. Except for some images that I'm loving lately--
I am a word person. Heaven knows that I am. But, you know, the right shade of blue or a building made of stone do it for me too. Sometimes the world is too much, you know? Too much in the best possible, sensory-overload way.