Sometimes, March comes in like a lamb. You sleep, he wakes, and February returns to slumber. It's all in the subtleties- in the scent of new breeze and whisper of spring approaching, in the defrosting of crocuses as they prepare to bloom. It's in the way the men have switched from fleece to cotton and in the gentle brush of hair against cheek.
I close my eyes and breathe tranquility. I need this moment to relearn Earth's spin.
