In winter, we're all a bit like snails, wrapped in down jackets, hid our faces in hoods, and rushed about our business, just to get home, under a blanket. But spring brings us out.
You can fall in love with life. The smell of wet bark in the park, the long evenings, the first barbecues, that silly "clean out your closet and your head" syndrome.
Spring is an honest time. A time for promises we make to ourselves. This year, I promise myself to be bolder. To walk more often.
The sun no longer just hangs in the sky; it warms. It touches your face, and you know all the bad stuff is over. Only the new, green, and alive lies ahead.🌿