and viva sweet love. . .

a new mood, coming to settle in. 

finally, warmth. and of course, as the urge to be outside increases, so does the homework load. things have been a tad crazy, but i found some time to go on a walk to exert some sort of energy other than that which comes from couch potato-ing and turning textbook pages. in my wanna be john lennons and handmade levi cutoffs, this marks my first day of dressing like its spring. oh yes- i died my hair virtually black, but it seems to be fading off now. i needed to feel a drastic change, and boy did i ever. enough for a year, at the very least. :)

i hope everyone enjoys the warmth. take a walk. ride a bike. don't take for granted the opportunity to invest and love. 

“sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)

lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there's nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love” 

-e.e. cummings

-t.