Yesterday marked the first day of Spring— and I almost believed it, as the crocuses were popping their pretty heads up through the soil, but Winter seems reluctant to loosen her hold on Istanbul. The grey persists, and the cold wind whips away evidence that pink blossoms were beginning to bud on our skeletal trees. No, I do not think I'll put away my coat just yet. I did however, see a hopeful sign in the body of a bird; a lone Alpine Swift, arcing through the dismal sky above Tarlabaşı Boulevard. Charm shall return to the city, and the days will stretch into long, warm nights, full of colour.
Today would have been my grandad's birthday.
Today, I got a work permit to teach art.
Today, I think about all the things I am thankful for, and I tell my loved ones how much they mean to me.
Spring is on its way.