I hate spring.
Its a brown, half-melted time of year, when the ice holding things in place is just beginning to thaw, dripping, dripping into soaked soil, rotting wood, as houses and people bound together by the cold start to sag apart.
To separate, like curdled milk.
I dont like spring largely because spring makes me think about things I dont like thinking about -- life goals and world prob...
February 17, 2017 - 5:07pm