RAY

in 

Spring comes (no-

one 

asks his name)

a mender 

of things

with eager fingers (with

patient 

eyes) 

renewing

remaking what 

other-

wise we should

have thrown a-

way (and whose

brook

-bright flower-

soft bird

-quick voice loves

children 

and sunlight and

mountains) in april (but

if he should Smile) comes

nobody'll know

-E.E. Cummings

This warm sun, the easy breezes, the budding trees, the birdsong, it all fills my soul with an inexpressible joy. I love the anticipation that comes in Spring, waiting for everything to burst into life, although my heart already has. Recently inspiration has been coming easier and happiness is found just by being outdoors among the Lord's abundantly beautiful creation. 

On Sunday at my cousin's house I went outside with a few under the age of 13 and we sat in the green grass, swung on this beautiful swing and talked about Adventure Time and Hunger Games as the evening sun warmed our faces and I couldn't have wished for anything else.

P.S.- Listen to Phoenix's new album, Bankrupt. It's so good for the Springtime euphoria.

x

[first photo of me taken by my sister // pen sketch by me // all other photos taken by me]