a small box of octobers, a handful of aprils

listen: you could've been my johnny marr, knock knock ginger

springtime children in snowsuits are digging for chocolate eggs in their frozen-again gardens. this is the first season of easterbunny snowmen! footprints lead me far from our door seeking just-because books, market lilies, a caramel varnished guitar, snowstorm adventures, possibilities.

the sunglints of hidden foil and ice light up these smallest of celebrations.