“The city waits and aches. The little grasses Crack through stone, and they are green with life.” Sylvia Plath, from my readings of Winter Trees
Spring is coming. You can just feel it in your bones. I feel the desire to clean, organize and prepare for a time of renewed energy and life! The cold is not the same. The sun feels different. The plants are waking up. Spring.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 