You know how every inch of melted snow can feel like one step closer to liberation? You know that one pivotal morning, sometime between calendar spring and the first actual blooms, when you wake up and fully feel what you’ve shucked off? The morning when the distance between you and seasonal affective disorder is suddenly infinite, measurable only in floral dresses, seven o’clock sunsets, and not wearing a coat?
That was this morning. Today is good day.
Dress: Classy Closet Hat, Shoes, & Tights: Gifted Cardigan: Battery Street Jeans Necklace: Old Gold