Winds of Spring

'That sense, which when the winds of Spring
In rarest visitation, or the voice
Of one beloved heard in youth alone,
Fills the faint eyes with falling tears which dim
The radiant looks of unbewailing flowers,
And leaves this peopled earth solitude
When it returns no more.'
~Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley



Browsing and editing family photos, milky music, and wine are all just asking for a night full of tears. Mostly good, some sad. Stop growing my dear little dears...