Spring.
The season of rebirth.
Flowers bloom, leaves and grass turn green, and the sun peeks out of hibernation behind the clouds and warms our bodies from the winter been.
The sun and colours that arise seem to brighten the day -literally and metaphorically - while lifting our spirits. Despite any worries I have at the time, a warm sunny day or a bunch of beautiful flowers can make me forget them even if only for a while.
It's the season of romance and femininity.
Instantly I think of florals, lace and crochet in pastel colours.
I imagine a girl with long wavy hair topped with flowers frolicking in an overgrown field wearing a lace dress and bare feet. All that's on her mind is how beautiful this place is and how incredible it is to be free.
So go for a walk and stop to smell the flowers, because when you take a minute to look around you'll realise this world is pretty fricken' amazing.
