come home springtime

I wish I could continue the story of how springtime is fastened to the sun and the moon. Instead, a storm of wind and frozen water has ruined all of my plans. I should expect this by now - I do live in a city of temperamental weather. Every morning I scan the sky, afraid of the wind that comes with it, hoping that by the end of the day I'll be wearing a skirt and smelling the harebells that grow in our neighborhood. Springtime I'll stop waiting for you. It is such a waste to constantly write about my length of love for spring flowers and warm weather when every year the same cycle continues. Winter always feels too long and prematurely dancing at the first sight of...