They say everyone hates Monday: the excitement of the weekend is a distant buzz in your ear, coffee stained teeth in a desperate attempt to raise yourself and blurry eyes in the sun..But then you realise, that warm glow on your face is in fact the sun, not just an echo of yesterdays hangover. You look up, as you squint it pulls the corners of your mouth up. Smiling as the sun bursts through the skeletal trees. Just when you think a Monday morning could not be more perfect, explosions of green are filling out the from the boney fingers of the branch.
Fuck the Calendar, Spring is here.
Why? - This Blackest Purse
Why? Why not? A song that says everything is alright, and it always has been. Look at the trees, let yourself smile, get on your phone, meet a friend you've not seen in time, and tell them that you fucking love them.
Why not.
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