we dream of springtime only to be kissed by an icy frost:
it is strange to see patches of snow mixing with springtime blooms, the crunch of ice on top of vibrant flowers. winter clings to us as spring stretches her limbs and begins to stir.
it makes me crave both a warm bowl of pho and a light and sweet fruit tart or something... oh well, I guess I must eat both.
check me out!