everything dies halfway through the summer. But, spring is coming back and those little perservering buds on the trees exude forthcoming promise and nowholding patience. im just waiting for things to go green again.

The snow will melt soon and the sun will finally begin to hold its own. i can only just imagine the things i miss like the little birds remember warm rain baths in mudpuddles. and i find myself missing the smell of warm soil and the feel of kind green grass underneath my feet. little simple things that, simply, for no price, can be bought.