It didn’t arrive slowly.
It didn’t ask for permission.
It just…came in.
Textures, colors, softness, bloom.
Spring didn’t whisper this time.
It said: I’m here.
It didn’t arrive slowly.
It didn’t ask for permission.
It just…came in.
Textures, colors, softness, bloom.
Spring didn’t whisper this time.
It said: I’m here.
