🐬make a splash🐬

“If you get that gut feeling that something isn’t right about a person or situation, trust it.”

It's March. I open the window and spring floats in, kisses me on the nose. I have waited so long — and now the Sun is washing the world in yellow, and now the seeds sprout green in the dirt, and now the trees are budding and ready to bloom — and it was all so worth it.

And a flower bloomed. A light, rosy flower with the fragrance of God. The morning was clear like some freshly washed thing.

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

I am not happy, nor am I greatly unhappy; I have a sad, wistful feeling which I can't explain.

Her love of flowers is really her great charm. For no man loves flowers as women can. She looks coolly at the exquisite petunias and says, in a small far away voice, "They have a very perfect scent." But I feel I can hear oceans of love breaking in her heart.