She is a bear, huddled in her blankets all covered. Her hair splayed across the pillows, eyes closed. The chill could not touch her. The rain endlessly pouring, visible through the curtains. She smells it—and sleeps on. Shoots spring from moistened land as the sun rises, spreading warmth. And she awakens, stretching, welcoming spring.
[N.B] This time last year, it was unseasonable warm. Although I dislike immense heat, I do prefer it to be a little warmer–I miss being able to walk out with only a t-shirt on! (and pants of course!!!!) I probably wouldn’t mind winter so much if we actually had snow down here–that would be fun! (The novelty of it would exceed all negatives associated with it.) But no….down under only mountains get snow, flatlands get rain, rain, and more rain, which leads to mud, which leads to mud covered dogs, which leads to ten clothing changes in one day haha. Ah well! I’m looking forward to summer, and luckily, today is a nice cold but sunny day <3.