Through the last few months, I’ve enabled my mind to turn just about any weather on its head and dance on top of it… laughing.
No more laughs here. Winter has come, stayed, and quite frankly… I’m ready for it to dance its way on out. Whether our eyes reveal it to be true or not — underneath the sheets of cold, spring has indeed sprung. Even if your movements still resemble that of a newborn sloth — though shalt not deny the little specks of energetic “I can do anything” fairies singing in the air… “warmth is on its way,” sing these little ones of hope and promise.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a fan of curling, cuddling, tea time-ing, wool socking, movie nightings, fallen trees and musical rains… but really… there’s a line, and by now, it’s been crossed. No more. No can do.
Here I give way to shedding the layers, shaking out the heavy, getting lighter through and through. Bye bye blacks. Toot-a-loo grey matter. Burn the tights. Stow the socks. These arms are wide open for Spring and all the creative energy she brings alongside her. All those dreams you’ve been writing and stowing through the winters months are ready for your undoubted action.
Photos: Alexandra Valenti