Hiding beneath the pink waves of fluff and tenderness.
Bathing in the peaceful scent of flowerness. Diving into knitted horizons of an old day, my soul is wrapped in wool embraces and my heart feels tucked in and sealed out from all the cold in the Universe.
Perhaps, if I dream big enough, soon enough, I could awake the springtime and ask for its hand at sunrise. And perhaps, just perhaps... Tomorrow will become spring after all.