a flirtation

i really hope this isn't a tease.

this breath of spring. this whirlwind of warmth. driving with the windows down, hair rippling in the setting sun.

it better not leave me, for i am already much too addicted to it. much too intoxicated by its charm to return. to winter and its sad bones. 

this is curly hair weather. lipstick weather. pretty paisley dress and open-toe wedges weather. flowers emerge from hibernation and stretch their pretty heads to the heavens.

and last night, it was picnic weather. under the shade tree in our front yard, by the country road to my grandpa's house. 

it was soft blanket, pass me the salad bowl, lay on our backs and look at the periwinkle twilight weather.

and it was beautiful. we made a simple vegetable couscous and spring salad. drank water out of plastic cups plastered with our alma mater.

and just like that, valentine's day was complete.

don't leave me, sweet hint of spring. instead, come just a little each day. just a smidgen. inch your way toward our little cottage until one day, mid-june, you arrive in all your glory.

and i'll thank you by basking in you, all summer long.