there is this strange lull between the end of winter and early spring (though, technically it is late winter) that i've never truly noticed before. the weather is getting warmer (the temperature was just perfect today, mid 60s), but everything is dead. i had a wonderful day mulling about the town, enjoying the first truly nice day of the year. but everything is still asleep, the trees, the grass, the animals. i know there is so much more to come, good and bad. i suppose what i mean to say is, bare trees are still trees, though we anticipate their growth, let's love their lack of it all the same.
when i moved in in september ‘24, this tree was green and i was happily surprised when a few weeks ago i noticed it was blossoming pink. i srsly cannot wait for spring. get these clouds out of the sky man.
when you find a perfect playlist that’s 36h long, so you‘re really close to call off all the nice things you supposed to do on a saturday night. obv yesterday‘s under the silver lake seance took me to inherent vice, one of my favourite weird gems around.
