Spring

I’ve been blessed with my father’s fickled pigmentation and usually air on the side of burnt toast. Apparently, the rays fancy my face. I am like candy to them.

But even I can’t fight the sun on a day like this.

Besides, my oil-free moisturizer has SPF 15. I can frolic for a least five minutes. I should frolic more often. We share similar letters.

The view from my window...