Color has come back to me this month. In life, in art, in the things I see. I've never felt so optimistic about Spring, and I don't know if it's through art or age. Everything is clean and colorful though, and I'm better for it. This month was full of storms and museums and flowers and friend time. I've remembered how much I appreciate the area I live in, and how much I appreciate Robert Mapplethorpe and The National (and okay Kieryn too). April has been the best month of 2015 so far. I can only hope the rest of the year gets even better.