Well. It's been a long winter, hasn't it?
|shirt: french connection; pants: old navy; sparkle flats: kohl's|
"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." --Charles Dickens
I've had these photos sitting in my drafts folder for a few weeks because frankly, I just couldn't find the right words. Try as I might, winter always leaves me a little foggy. A bit dust-covered. I don't realize it until I find myself sitting in the sunshine, barelegged for the first time in many long long months. Then it becomes so abundantly clear just how lacking this winter has left us all.
It's so strange to think that it was only a few weeks ago, on the precipice of spring, that I had reached the point that I maybe truly definitely believed I might never feel warm again (as evidenced by my eagerness to shed my coat in these pictures. It might look warm, but it was definitely still hovering over a balmy 34 degrees). We'd all past the point of cabin fever long ago, hadn't we? And eventually, after so many mornings waking to snow covered cars and ice-tipped eyelashes, you begin to believe you're doomed to live, grumpily, in an ice-covered igloo forever and ever amen.
And then. The scales tip. The sun comes out. Just like that, my tank feels filled again, effortlessly.
And so, thankfully, finally, it's time to shake off the winter dust. I am a sucker for a metaphor, drawn to the possibilities of a changing season like a bloom to the sun (there we go again). And so. Things are growing. New life springs forth, and all that jazz. Oh, spring. It's so very good to see you again.
photos courtesy of sara bill photography!