Spring, you’re here in all your glory… balmy, crisp mornings. perfect-for-sleeping thundestorms. and temperatures warm enough for us to pack up our coats and rock our so-flowy-you-have-to-twirl skirts. i’d like to welcome you with open arms, dear spring. and dream (of looking even half as lovely as the lady pictured above) while i drift off to sleep with my windows open, thunder echoing in the distance.