Spring Awakening

For as long as I can remember, on the 1st of every month I would say 'White Rabbits' however many times that month was, for luck, ie: February; twice.

It's a little tradition whose origins escape me, but lately such traditions have become so important to me, as I re establish my identity in many ways, especially with a name change and all the opportunities such a step brings - and being born in the year of the rabbit, I feel nothing but hope every first of the month with my little ritual.

So today is the first day of September, and the first official day of Spring, and it's been so beautiful - the early freesias are blooming outside my door, filling the air with their sweet perfume, my cat Blade is purring as he curls his body over the quilt my sister Elise bought me which has pride of place on the end of my bed, as I drink green tea, listen to David Bowie and Jackie Wilson whilst trying to write. 

I painted my nails electric midnight blue, and I'm ready for the season.

no makeup, hoodie, and electric blue nails

luck. hope. joy

White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits.



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