winter tenderness melting on the eyelashes just born snowflakes
Winter continuously leaves and returns confusing all around. And while the children look forward to the snow, others grumble aloud. Adults are never satisfied and they always keep that “IF” on the top of their tongues. I know that I’ve become boring repeating myself, but I’m really not interested in anything else except my little inner world where I tucked myself with no intention of leaving soon. There’s a springtime and everything is already awake. Butterflies and birds are all over the place. I slowly prepare my suitcases for a summer vacation. Standing quietly on my imaginary dock I try to estimate a depth of the sea.
It’s not the end of January yet but spring crept through the windows.
I don’t know what’s up with this weather and it’s not that I really care, but somehow everything happens when you least expect it.
Me and my wardrobe can not synchronize. It seems that every combination I chose to wear turned out as wrong.
However, it’s spring at the moment and I don’t want to care about weather forecasts for the rest of the season.