Spring is like a perhaps hand(which comes carefullya window,into which people look(whileout of Nowhere)arranging people starecarefully there a strangearranging and changing placing thing and a known thing here)andchanging everything carefully
( -from "Spring is Like a Perhaps Hand" by E. E. Cummings)
I'm stressed out of my mind about a Greek test, but I'm trying to slow down and not letting it consume me; giving myself the time for the things I love (hence the blog post I'm writing) and for feeling happy and at peace.
Knowing I need to spring clean and take care of some last minute school assignments, but taking time to enjoy the arrival of spring for a cup of tea's time.
Yes, I've finally jumped on the adult coloring book bandwagon. It's certainly very calming, as well as rewarding. It also gives me something to do with my hands.
It's these small things that constantly remind me that while I'm still living in the quiet of winter, spring has arrived. And in the next few weeks, the change will not be so careful, and I'll be launched headfirst into the warmth and joy of spring weather.