Inspiration :: Nature

This is, without doubt, my least favorite time of year.
Regardless of my big city dreams, at heart I am, and will most likely always be, a southern girl who wants nothing more than the ability to walk around barefoot in the yard feeling the squishy land beneath my feet and gorging my selfish soul on fresh picked flowers. And it's this time of year that those sunny days seem like they will never make an appearance.
So I wait.
And I curse the need for a coat. And I dream of all the warm fresh air that is waiting for me on the other side of the door.
And I wear sundresses just to spite the snow.
And I dream of sandals while my feet are still imprisoned in boots. And I know spring will come.
It always does.