Alright, we are not going to get Spring whether till next year but a girl can dream, right? Seeing floral prints, sailor dresses and wooden clogs brings (good) chills all the way to my heart. So I will, enjoy Spring that is not mine.
From land to land; and in my breast;
Spring wakens too: and my regret
Become an April violet,
And buds and blossoms like the rest.
- Eve's Eden -