If only it took a mere 3 days.
I love spring. I love Eastertime. I love how the earth (in the US at least) seems to wake back up. At home in Texas, chilly mornings usually give way to an unnecessary sweater tied around my hips by noon. The shoulders and medians on the roads become peppered with bluebonnets and black-eyed daisies and the sky itself is a different, deeper blue. Awake. All of it.
I particularly love how one morning, I can look out the same bedroom window I’ve glanced out every morning for…Read more