Spring has been undressing left and right here. Flowers everywhere. Pinks, and purples, and tulip-trees kissing every green corner. It's softer even though things are harder. I'd rather be dealt a shitty hand with the sunshine on my back than a cold biting wind to my face, ya know?

I'm still just looking for my home.

Somewhere warm & snuggly, and perfect feeling.

Maybe a summer in the woods will help?

xo,

Hb