Spring is here

I had one of those days today where I woke up and the world was full of potential.
It was full of serendipitous sunshine and the Party was everywhere.
It was in my favourite musky-smelling pillow. It was in my clanky old keyboard with the letters worn off the keys. I was allured and searched for the Party further. It was in my rose, geranium and olive oil soap from the four toothed lady at the markets. It was in the wine glasses from last night with shiraz sediment in the bottom. I turned – and lo! There was the Party hiding in my closet, beside the tangerine indulgence cocktail dress and the aquamarine one-day acceptance speech number. The Party was in the red lipstick I had forgotten I had. The Party winked at me from behind my camera. The Party twirled me and pointed my toward one of its many favourite hiding places in amongst my cds.
Then the Party give me a kiss and a squeeze and took my hand and said “Welcome to September – Spring is here.”