#28

the city is alive again.

the sun is out and the snow has pooled into lakes along the sides of the roads, i can almost smell summer;

this transition is my favorite of all of them,

from grey to blue to green and yellow, to late nights and early mornings.

layered socks and sweaters, traded in for bare feet and wind-swept hair and dresses.

this year it seems more sudden, even though it feels like winter never really came.

even in it's absence, this winter was wonderful; somehow different from the rest.

or maybe it was just me who was different.

this winter, the city was different to me somehow.

most days it felt like a trap, closing in on me with every day that i spent inside it's bleak, snowed-in walls.

but sometimes, when i woke up in the morning and the sun shone down at just the right angle,

it didn't seem so sad.

sometimes, i didn't feel like i was being crushed beneath something so huge, i had no chance of survival; no chance for light or air.

perhaps it even seemed beautiful.

even so, i'm ready to welcome spring with open arms.