Morning, and coffee spells songs in rolling steam. The dappled ground anticipates– when will they come out and look up and grin, and think it is cold but at least this patch of warmth, this captured spring, is mine. Watch as even coral strains upwards beneath the sea, grasping for the light filtering down. It is just after night and the sun has never been so loved.
Wind of spring ✨
How I wish to live in magic place, where is no winter and after autumn comes spring^^
Theme of 17 inktober day is #swollen , so swollen tree buds and a happy dragon of early greenery :)