I love the winter. Love it, but I am ready for spring. So very ready. I have been chasing the sun, and crouching next to pockets of crocuses and stopping whenever I hear a cardinal, a robin, a red-winged blackbird, squinting up through the naked branches to try to find that hint of this next slow season…
and new scraped sidewalks,
Sunday opens itself
up to pairs of salt-stained boots,
and windows that fog from the inside out,
and become more walls than windows,
eventually streaking like rain.
(the Love Lettering Project VII is in full swing…more when the season turns…)