The percussive April sounds work themselves into a perfect storm as the electric Spring hues- you know the ones: the shocking orange, an almost toxic green, explode with little regard to ceremony and settle into spaces that were splintered by winter and buried away, forgotten and lonely. It helps me remember that I am not the only thing to survive the harsh reality of December.
And, trust me, it was easier said than done. As the world around me shifts and begins to renew I start to learn to grow back too.
What lovely and comforting cliches spring can bring.Β Β Let's all start over.