Dear March, you were too kind. Thank you.
The past month was marked by some good books. I’ve fallen in love with poetry books and Orion’s Flux and Rupi’s The Sun and her flowers became huge inspirations. I started writing again, just for the sake of it. I’d forgotten how much I love writing, and how good it makes me feel. It’s always nice to find inspiration, and I ended up obsessed with the feeling these books give me, so I order a couple more of the same genre.
A lot changed in march. Work, home and even myself. Although it’s been difficult, changes often enlighten the constants in life, and I was pretty pleased to find
what who mine were.
March was (well) spent in a sea of romance, and although I understand I’m a perpetual victim of my romanticization of ordinary things, I can’t help to let it taint my view and start seeing la vie en rose. Slowly, uncertainly, and with the laziness of a sunny sunday morning, we’ve been falling, with no strings attached and limbs sweetly tangled.
April, feel welcome.
Sweets and friends.
Sundays to remember.