may
It’s already may. The first colds are showing up in my window, my bones are already aiching and I keep on checking out the spring-summer collections that appear in the northern emisphere.
I would love to have a plane parked in my garden, and suddenly fly to foreign landscapes, looking for the warmth and joy that the sun brings.
As for now, I’ll keep on painting my nails “french style” and thinking that style was thought for not showing the dirt under your nails.
