13 days till spring. You can already feel it in the air. Windows will soon be flung open. Legs bare. Masks down more. There’s something wonderful about the way things will change. Like it or not. I will start to slowly remove layers as the sun becomes more friendly. The sun is such a flirt. I am watching my life like a little film. My attention is full and lush. And I see my sons growing tall in 2022, the common year that started on a Saturday, and is trying hard to be better than the last couple of years. It’s a plucky year. I can feel it. I can also feel my sons growing away from me this winterspring. Abruptly, really. I am as aware of the distance as I am aware of the sunshine. It is burning me. I feel it inside of my body. In the cabinet of my heart. Like it or not.
just let me love you!! i've been so desperate for these years to love me. steadily they respond: love yourself, heifer. so i do.
Well this one made me cry. ❤️
"winterspring"...love this term. Perfect for Ohio.