04/01/2026
April hums beneath the skin—
a quiet thaw, a subtle shift.
Not a rush, not a force,
just the soft unfolding of breath.
Inhale—light through the ribs.
Exhale—old weight dissolving.
The earth stretches with you,
green rising where stillness once lived.
No need to strive—
only to notice.
You are allowed to bloom slowly.