Oh, April.

You're a month of indecision. You can't quite land on a proper temperature. You linger between winter's tail lights and summer's horizon. You've always struck me as a month that hangs out between here and there.

But what I love about you, April, is that you allow yourself to get soaked. Drenched. You aren't shy about puddles, mud, floods. You make way for the blooms of May. You're doing the dirty work, April. And I respect you for that. 

Need to get soaked so that your future blooms?

Reflections on Growing into Adulthood with Lindsay Hurty 

Love note to April.

April 17, 2019