I was looking for something to end this week gracefully
Grace is not something I encounter in my life as of late.
Either in others or in myself
I get out of bed and press my face on the open shutters, feeling the cool breeze slide on my cheeks and taking in all of its fragrances as if they are offerings to me, as if they are gifts.
If Spring was a goddess then it would visit the mortal world exactly as this: a cool night breeze ladden with the scents of countless flowers.