Spring, love:

You are welcome here.
Change everything. Warm the grass, light the clouds, thaw the birds.

[haha. frozen birds. wtc..]

All I can do is daydream of blue water and gold skies.
Spring makes me want to run.
To read
To renew
To cartwheel

One day, last summer, Brin and I cartwheeled on the front lawn for hours. We cartwheeled through the sunset, the crickets singing us into the frothy night. Brin, with her expertise, was trying to teach me the proper way to do the thing. Who knew you could cartwheel so wrong? I suggest you consider your cartwheel.

Anyways. I was pretty sore.
I can hardly wait to dance and tumble on the grass again.