I like that we get to read Dickinson during Spring as in her writings, instead of the somber notes that I used to read in them, I see how full of life she was. Coming out of seasons that are typically the most hard, at least for me, (maybe also being without Whitman’s words for a second) these words resonate so much more. Outside looks like how she is describing in her letters and I get to experience that alongside her.

I don’t know, I’m being parasocial, but happy.