I wore linen for the first time this season.
I retrieved it from the back of the closet last night and washed it, just so I could hang it up to dry and be all fragrant and fresh when I pulled it over my head this morning.
I opened the window in my office this morning so the breeze could ripple the fabric and my bangs.
I smiled a lot.
I looked down at my painted toes in my sandals and wiggled them. The polish is a bit chipped. My socks didn't care this winter, but the sun pays attention to these things.