If winter is here, can spring be far?
This would be a tribute to my waxing and waning moods. So, when I find myself wobbling in the depths of winter, this is a thought that keeps me warm, keeps me hopeful.
Hope is an underrated emotion, but if you know to draw strength from it, you’re good.
When it is springtime, in my mind, my thoughts freely glide over the dried leaves from the unpleasant past, my eyes admire the brilliant colors of life and my mood is a balmy yellow. I want to stay in spring forever and never let go, but I know one morning I would wake up and it would be dark and icy again so I carry the memories of spring, stacked neatly in my journal, with me to keep me company in the cold and the dark winters.
Fingers in symphony 