Spring sneaks in, with old men selling crocus bouquets on street corners. The air no longer carries that dead, brittle smell. The door to the balcony is not opened and closed in a messy hurry, lest all of the cosy air run out. No, it can lean open now - full of promises. As dark as the world can feel, when those first signs of Spring come they make us accept that something sweet can still happen, if only a handful of flowers.
How you unravel complex scenes in words is amazing my friend. I can almost smell the brew. I need a cup now. On another note I understand the moving chore. I still have tons of boxes full of things "I need" in the barn to unpack.
I absolutely love the tone and simplicity of this post. You've said a lot with a little, and made me feel multitudes. Bravo!
So simple. So sweet. Just like spring. 🪴
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How you unravel complex scenes in words is amazing my friend. I can almost smell the brew. I need a cup now. On another note I understand the moving chore. I still have tons of boxes full of things "I need" in the barn to unpack.