La Femme Adultere
I’m just a crazy, unhinged disaster of a human being. .

That feeling when the bitterly cold spring evening air hits you.

An immediate chill which pricks at your skin

slowly reaching every extremity, seeping in. 

Carrying with it the sweet smell of sweet summer bloom to come, 

the scent of nature.

The warmth which you know will soon take its place is almost tangible. 

The air itself trembles in anticipation.