Thursday, March 17, 2011
you were born to chase the light
the snow is starting to melt, and i've traded my sorels for my wellington boots. the thaw has begun... bring it on. i am so ready for spring. my heart is a little frozen and achy, and i need to see the sun. i need to see the flowers bloom and the birds singing, so that i remember how. i've gotten so used to the cold, and the sound of snow crunching under foot. i've grown attached to my warm sweaters and hiding under a pile of blankets. there are layers that need to be peeled away, windows to be cracked open. you were born to chase the light.