One Seabird

A Map to find the way

I feel like I am part of an epic and mythical ushering out of Winter. We are surrounded by a storm but its a Spring snow.
I am making my last pot of chicken soup in honor of this feeling.
I slowly change things in my house to white and green, and sense an undercurrent of life everywhere.

—Once Upon a December (Piano Version)

Right on the edge of Spring.

(Source: moriartyhiii, via tennyboo)