Spring was colder

I felt the cold more that day. It clung to me like wet clothes and gave me the sting of static in my fingers. But still the numbness of my nose and the rest of my body could not cover the the colour that danced inside me.

Beginning Buds

I waited longer than I needed to. Not sure if it was down to stubbornness or hope, more the later I suspect. Who knew someone could be hopeful and hopeless at the same time.