Spring is for the Girls
Spring is for the girls Spring has been gentle; Winter was hard. My body was in free-fall after a heartbreak in the cold. Too often I’ve let the season wash away in anticipation of Summer. But it is a period of coming back to life, and this year more than ever. I died in Winter, before April helped me to remember the feel of sun on skin and how warm rain smells like renewal. Spring has felt so gentle, so feminine; I remembered that I was a girl and that I could be alive again. Softer days are easier to live in. Femininity turned falling into floating - there is something so precious about being a girl. About the softness of dancing in underwear listening to pop music, putting on a pot of coffee and waking up waiting for it to erupt, lighting a candle before bed because the glow is softer than the lamp, drinking wine in London with sisters, collecting books, clothes, and little things that can fill my room. It is ok to love the clichés, they have been kind to me. They have held me like ...