Spring slipped through the crack under my door, an unexpected visitor.
A heatwave tempts me to abandon my coat and scarf for a sundress and sandals.
A balmy soaky storm doesn't last nearly enough to water the bulbs to burst and seeds to sprout.
A cold wind blows pollinated perfume through my hair and throws tender blossom confetti that gather like snow-drifts in the corners of my heart.
A soy cappuccino soothes my agitated soul and strawberries promise warm weather ahead.
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