When words are insufficient
The walk back from a 9AM Spanish class was hopelessly distracted by the riots of spring blossoms. And due to an obsession with camera angles and whatnot, I have the grass stains on my knees, elbows and face to prove that I spent this morning in the most unusual positions, in order to incarcerate the spring in digital technicolour.
I feel a little like champagne - bubbly, and all bottled up - and I have this terrible urge to tumble and frolic. Somebody stop me!
Riots of flowers. Riotous, but definitely not, haha, revolting.
Haha! Puns are fun.