HOW MANY BLOGGERS SUFFER THIS?
The warm sunshine, it's smell is so intoxicating. I look out the window and see the trees, budding, awaking from their winter slumber. Colors of brown are turning to lush greens, the wind warm, like a soft carress agains my skin. I don't want to be here! I long to be outside, away from all of this.... Sign in to see full entry.