It seems a bit sad on spring days when the sun is bright and the whole world seems to be in bloom but there's still a chill in the hair that makes you cover up. I feel so out of place in black and boots as I stomp down paths littered with petals and showing signs of new growth. It's like wearing black to a summer wedding. But things happen in pieces. Warmth is a gradual process. Baking takes many steps. Your life won't be figured out in a day.