this is what my lungs look like!

It's been rising for a few days: my blankets feel like a bear trap, each seam around each layer of clothes a too-tight-collar, my socks and shoes a concrete cast, my coughing a reminder that I won't be able to move anywhere as long as I breathe. Feeling so constricted by all the accessories of winter, today comes and there's more than 50 degrees and a little thaw. I'm sitting on top of my comforter, a bag full of prescriptions, and starting to fear the freedom. I'm not quite sure if I'm ready to let go of these obstacles that have become companions.

3 - oblation

I had a few hopes.
1) to take a picture at work. it was too warm a day to have a picture after dark.
2) i happened across a stray cat, casually cleaning itself by the alley behind our house. she did not have the mangy, wild-eyed and desperate demeanor of street-cats. she was comfortable, maternal, content.

I ended with this little clip because one of my favorite things about spring is when the dark comforts of home slowly transform to a place where the warmth continues instead of a safe haven carved out of the deep, dark, cold. So before these flowers die, here is a little fresh maker.