Imagining Spring
It’s supposed to be here, but I haven’t seen it. Fresh. Warm. Color. Newness. In its place are desaturated greys, bare, melancholy, cold… still stagnant. Spring… are you there? I’ve felt a bit sunk into the … Continued
It’s supposed to be here, but I haven’t seen it. Fresh. Warm. Color. Newness. In its place are desaturated greys, bare, melancholy, cold… still stagnant. Spring… are you there? I’ve felt a bit sunk into the … Continued