i don't know if it's because winter felt extra long this year,
and the grey that sprawled across the landscape became all consuming for a season on end,
or because i forgot how good it feels to have the warmth of the sun hit your face in that way,
but the sight of every bloom at any moment in everywhere you look seems more beautiful than i remember.
smells evermore sweet. satisfies every longing and need and desire for the beauty that is summer and all it brings with it.
i forgive you winter. i get you, i really do.