to spring, with love

Spring is one of, or perhaps, my favorite season. With it comes rebirth. Spring is a breath of fresh air that pulls us out of our Winter gloom. 

 

We are complex, closed, fragile and often hard to understand, but we reveal ourselves through our space. Summer daze, Fall melancholy, Winter rut.

 

We surround ourselves with life—life that reminds us to plant and root ourselves in preparation for our blooming season.

 

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