People Are Like Flowers, They Blossom In The Sun
Somewhere over the weekend, Spring crept in and gave Winter the boot. I use the term "Winter" loosely here, but he does visit, all the same. The air is heavy with the moisture of green growing things, floating white puffs from trees, and what I'm guessing might be the scents of Jasmine and Jacaranda. People are walking around the office in post-daylight savings coma and coughing themselves silly from the flu that hit hard this last month. I have somehow avoided catching anything, and I am grateful.
I'm more grateful still for finishing three songs this weekend. We are creeping ever closer to completion. Six songs are ready and wearing bowties, four remain undressed and unkempt. But they are all coming to the cotillion, dammit.