Spring… that quiet, delicate beautiful season is slowly working its way south and touching the edges of winter here in Sydney.
There are little signs of it everywhere, a light touch on a cool brow… little blossoms lilting on brown branch…
The air even has that light scent and softness of spring blooming on the breeze, the cutting ice eased to a caress.
Aaah, how beautiful it is to feel it :)
We’ve missed you :)
thea.
xx
for the visionaries
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