come home springtime

I wish I could continue the story of how springtime is fastened to the sun and the moon. Instead, a storm of wind and frozen water has ruined all of my plans. I should expect this by now - I do live in a city of temperamental weather. Every morning I scan the sky, afraid of the wind that comes with it, hoping that by the end of the day I'll be wearing a skirt and smelling the harebells that grow in our neighborhood.

Springtime I'll stop waiting for you. It is such a waste to constantly write about my length of love for spring flowers and warm weather when every year the same cycle continues. Winter always feels too long and prematurely dancing at the first sight of sunshine just ends in disappointment. I need to write and dream about things other than how the sky makes me feel.  

Wearing a dress made of flowers and socks, blooming red, is the medicine I need for having no flowers growing in the dirt outside. 

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
― Pablo Neruda

What I'm Wearing 

red hat : walmart $15 | shoes : oasap | dress : value village $4 | collar : romwe

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