Spring, Pretzel, Towel

Spring, spring, we've jumped into Spring! The first season, the season of poetry, the reason for poetry, rebirth and renewal! Fair ladies floating over the blooming Earth like a breeze, blowing away sad sorry Winter from our waking eyes, stopping hearts in their dresses and starting them again, doing the same to time... Now is a time for rest, for tanning and turning and yawning on sands beneath blushing clouds and an envious sun, for salt-drenched hair to be tied like a pretzel in a towel, used as a pillow foundation for daydreams behind closed lids lighted red by the bright day... There's no better contentment than to be young and beautiful and on Spring Break.