It Might as well be Spring
1199. IT MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING 1945 | I’M AS RESTLESS AS A WILLOW IN A WINDSTORM. I’M AS JUMPY AS A PUPPET ON A STRING. I’D SAY THAT I HAD SPRING FEVER, BUT I KNOW IT ISN’T SPRING. I’M AS STARRY-EYED AND VAGUELY DISCONTENTED, LIKE A NIGHTINGALE WITHOUT …