The only thing that makes sense in Spring is experimentation.
I've never annotated with page flags before this book, I've never readily picked up and enjoyed a classic. I've never been comfortable clicking pictures outside my safe four-walls. I've never stopped to take an intentional break.
Yet I'm doing all of that simultaneously right now.
The only thing that makes sense in Spring is experimentation, because I'm changing colours with the weather, and for the first time in a long time, I feel content in the simplicity of that process.