Oh, Spring, how I long for you!
To fall asleep with the windows slighltly ajar, and to wake to a cool breeze floating through the room.
To eat simply and al fresco.
To fill the flat with peonies and tulips.
To explore my city with a vigor and freshness that spring days inspire.
To find beauty above, in the trees that bloom.
To shed winter layers for a simpler look.
Spring and autumn are the seasons in which I am perfectly content. They are a happy medium between frosty winters and stifling summers. I do not wish for any other season when I am in spring or autumn.
Though my city is in the midst of a snowstorm, it is now March - Spring can't be too far away, can it?