Dear cold wind, go away.
Today was cold. I wanted to be warm. So I’m being mentally warm, remembering when I took this picture. I’m not saying I’m ready for summer. I welcome the winter chill. I just wasn’t ready for it, today.
Book open. Blanket spread. The sweet smell of blossoms. It's your turn.
What about you. Summer or Winter? No fall or spring, that’s cheating.