I have been doing some spring cleaning.
As winter transitions to spring, so does my life. Collections change at the start of the new season, and we set aside everything that is from the past. I see ‘Le printemps’ gleaming as I pass by a retail window. Gray makes way for color. Signs of winter fading. Past may be from a few days ago, but nevertheless, it doesn’t belong here.
My room is starting to have more space. Throwing bottles that remind me of nights I spent seeking absolution. Pillow sheets have been washed to remove invisible stains of tears absorbed. I feel much lighter.
The sun is peeking through my window. It promises to stay longer as long as I move forward. I give in.
My clock jumps an hour early.
Wake up and step outside, brave one, your days will be prettier from now on.