Two socks made of kites,

It's February. The sun cradles the porch while the city folk's grin at the weather. Every morning feels like Spring, I'd be surprised if little insects weren't pulling through the cracks in the dirt soon.To celebrate the weather, I wore my favorite socks. When I wear them, it's as if I've taken the blue of the sky with sweet baby kites and stitched them to my feet..... I never thought I'd find socks that say "amy flying a kite" but I did... ^.^Yesterday, I spent the night weeping. It was as if the moon was pulling at my eyes, and I just had to cry at the weight of it all. My hair was down, and knotted. My tired hands were clawing at my banjo. I wanted somebody to...