Spring isn’t here yet. But winter is over. And that’s enough for now. Would you like a more personal, poetic, or practical version (e.g., gardening, mental health, fashion, travel)?
There’s a particular kind of magic that arrives after winter. Not the sparkle of first snow or the coziness of holiday lights, but something quieter. Something patient. after winter season
It’s a season of almost . Almost warm. Almost green. Almost ready. Spring isn’t here yet