Spring, you may come now. Christmas sweater patterns across my path were captivating for a time, but now it's nearly April.
... but remember? Snow revealed creature tracks and pretty objects protruding from white, and crunched sweetly when I stepped. How charming the world is under snow. I feel the same about this long winter and the coming spring as I do about college and the approaching end of this adventure. I am eager to finish and yet my heart breaks and longs for nothing to change.
Such a confusing blend of mundane and magical.