At the flea market this morning, while watching flip-flop and tank top clad ladies go by and sneezing up a pollen-filled storm, a hope of mine was confirmed: Spring is coming.
I’m an autumn girl at heart, but Spring has such good timing. She always comes right when I’m ready for it. When I’m tired of layering on the coat and scarf and knee-high socks. When I’m ready to trade the soups and stews for smoothies and salads. When I crave to feel the warm sun on my bare skin. The rain falls one night and the next day Spring is there, the sun shining through puffy clouds against a canvas of perfect blue.