In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head. – Terri Guillemets
I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets

In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head. – Terri Guillemets
I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets
There ought to be a way to combine “autumn” and “morning” into one word, the combination of the two is special enough to be its own entity. – Terri Guillemets