Ostara has returned, triumphant and light-bringing. As winter fades away, we emerge from our burrows, eager to drink from the sunshine-mead overfilling the sky. Though the equinox reminds us that there is always darkness to greet at the next turn, for now, we rejoice with quiet, expectant joy. We lose ourselves in the flowering wilds and become sun-drunk under the wide skies. Within the tulip's spiral and the robin's return, we have found for ourselves a vernal becoming.
Photography & Styling: Black Cat Clothiers
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