So Spring is here? I wouldn't be able to tell with all the fog, drizzle and wind that's been occurring here around my neck of the woods. I must say I am shocked, perplexed, truly baffled by my desire for warm weather this year.
Normally I abhor the changing of the season, reluctantly feeling happy when the warm sun touches my pale face. I find myself soaking up the rays and longer nights reluctantly happy,even though my true love yearns for the fall and shorter days. I normally welcome June gloom, and am endlessly thankful for the that overcast month that hits right in beginning of summer. It's like my little joke on California that only I get to enjoy. While everyone is trying to clog the tourist ridden streets of PCH, I'm bundled in a light sweater, sipping my tea and soaking up the last little bit of winter in a summer month. Truly serendipitous.
However, no, this year I am yearning for the hotter days. For the skirts and dresses. The tangled necklaces and bikinis strew about the various rooms of the house. I want to wear color and sit outside in shirt with no overcoat. I'm tired of boots and pants. Things I love I am now reluctantly styling together. However, this will come to pass, soon enough it will be hot, and I will be melting like a popsicle beachside yearning for my fall once more, but sitting in this new space makes me realize: transition of any kind isn't terrible. All things ebb and flow, and seasons changing are an important reminder that things are not meant to stay permanent for very long. There's a reason we have four seasons, it's because we as people cannot have the same thing for too long. We can't even go a mere 3 months with the same weather without going crazy.
It's quite an interesting reminder that change is necessary, and we must embrace it. And also, color can be had even in winter. I mean, take this duster. NOTHING but happiness in my opinion. Paired with a colorful shirt, t's practically magic.