Saturday, February 22, 2014

Promise

Today the sun was golden bright, and my bare arms welcomed its return. A warm breeze held a promise on its breath as it kissed my budding bulbs...


Spring will come.
It always comes.
It is the story of this world.
Life, death, resurrection...


Spring.

It is not here yet, but I'll welcome the tease while it lasts.
XO

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