Spring has reached the northern hemisphere! And for those that live in rural areas it’s an event impossible to miss: flowers of various descriptions sprout from their respective bulbs, amorous birds begin to build their nests, and the ice finally recedes to reveal the shimmering sea. In the city however, far from the tell tale signs of nature, the change in season is signalled in more subtle ways: winter jackets are cast aside, toques (Canadian word for wooly hats) are tucked away in forgotten drawers, skirt lengths shrink to uncover ashen legs, and, as illustrated above, inhabitants of the metropolis begin to consume curiously coloured concoctions at *$ (acronym for a global coffee company). Personally I prefer piping hot tea, even through the summer months, a quirk that is often frowned upon in the line-up (queue in British english).
Note the cube to the right; drawn to help fix position of subjects head.