Spring has sprung.
Luscious grass has enveloped all space where once upon a time brown deadness was found. Winged little pollens float about in fluffy white masses, bearing sneezing and itches to all they happen to greet. And wildflowers, those dear little things, have just begun to shyly peak up their vibrant heads in welcome to this new season of color and warmth.
Spring seems to give me a strange sensation of change, or rather a strange need for change. I feel as though transformation is bound to take place. Spring cleaning of life perhaps...
