It is around this time of the year that the skies open up again and we start to see the sun setting and the edges of the sidewalks escaping from their icy tombs. I feel nothing but relief, and hope. I know winter is not my most favorite season, but I guess there is something to be said about moving through it. Bleaching away everything from the last seasons, starting fresh and hungry for more. The landscape breaking out like fireworks, like an anthem at it's highest note. It is exhilarating and I can't wait...and yes, I am totally listening to Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine while I write this...so much drama splattered against this late late night.
