This piece is a love letter to springtime in Savannah, where I once lived and where the city itself seemed to bloom with life. White azaleas lined the streets in full, fragrant glory, and the golden forsythia danced in the breeze like sunlight made visible. The air was alive with the sound of people singing in the city squares, the sweet scent of warm pralines wafting from the riverfront, mingling with the salty, humid breeze. When I moved to Holland in 2014, I was delighted to find azaleas blooming here too — a gentle reminder that beauty finds its way back to us. This piece is layered in memory, music, and the floral joy of spring.