Wearing a good sweater when it's somewhere between 'cold' and 'crisp' outside is just what is needed.The sun is out. The trees still have their black, broken-fingers silhouettes reaching towards the sky.
Spring is not quite here, but the blood in my veins and the heart that pushes it through me doesn't know that. Inside, the excitement and possibility of spring zig zags electric through my body.
-k.
(image: Lena Kramaric, L158, 2014)
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