the white azalea

 

 My ode to Spring 2013. A little girl in her favourite chambray dress, golden hair askew. She softly hums a made-up tune, in her own little world. She picks the delicate, cool white petals, and makes a collection in her palms until they swell with her yield. She throws them high into the air, squeals with delight and repeats the process.

Simple pleasures. The girl in my heart, living up to her name-sake. 

My Grace.