Finally. We were shielded from the worst of it here in Hawaii, but nevertheless you could feel the stillness of things as November turned to December and half the world leaned over for its annual nap. But Persephone's gone back to her mother's house, buds are forming on the vine, and the world is filled new, new new again.
Spring! My season. Who wants a kiss? I'm in such a good mood it won't even be that toxic. What's a little dizziness against the beauty of spring?
Spring! My season. Who wants a kiss? I'm in such a good mood it won't even be that toxic. What's a little dizziness against the beauty of spring?