Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand

The currents are changing. Today I wore impractical shoes to work and my feet were cold, I really should have known better. It's something in the air, pushing me towards the illogical.

My blood is warm and I'm feeling tempestuous, dangerous. Like I have a power over my life, my fate. Silly; I know it is an oxymoron to claim to have the power to change fate, yet also emboldening, because I know that feeling will be fleeting and I'd like to keep it as close as I can. Spring is coming, it changes everything. It brings questions and encourages no real answers. It's a time for shimmery and gossamer objects, for floaty and hopeful thoughts, and for impractical shoes.




* Thanks to Penelope Dullaghan for her beautiful illustrations.