It slowly turns into spring, it gets warmer, the birds sing till late evening, the sunsets become more and more intense, the trees bloom, the air is fresher, everything starts to live again.
I’m sitting there on my bed, window wide open, with sparsely light in my room and somewhere out there someone is listening to “I see fire”. Now and again I am feeling a gentle breath of air on my naked skin and I know now I start to live again.
It’s so beautiful that my heart is nearly breaking. I wish I could dissolve and become one with everything.
—  Ali Smith, spring