“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo, she could fade and wither – I didn’t care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.”

Feel the spirit of new beginnings and possibilities. Play around with corresponding colors and unconventional used garments as springtime is in sight.