🌱 03.29.21
Imagining spring. The house with the flowers (from Day 3 of our project) have cleaned up their front yard. New plants are appearing outside my window, but the piece of confetti that only becomes visible with the wind, is still there. Still clinging onto the leafless tree. March is always the craziest month of the year — chaotic energy thrives in the sweeping in of new pollen and the sudden shift in air.
Today, it is dry, almost starchy air, and warm and sunny and all I want is to be outside running around with a cold brew rattling with ice in my hand, with a sweater barely draped over my shoulders, swimming through crowds and crowds of people, eagerly looking for the one I'm meeting.
Sending you lots of love, and hoping everyone to be in love in public soon.
—Y