Is it getting hot in here or is it just me? Without fail every April, as the snow melts and extraneous layers are shed, flowers poke their wee heads out of the fertile dirt and 'lil buds begin to peep on the branches of skeletal trees, nature turns on the ooh-cha-cha vibes and I become a lecherous creep with one sole purpose: LET'S MAKE OUT. Sprng Fever is real, people. And if you let it, it will possess your mind/body/soul.
Image Credit: Gwili Andre by Cecil Beaton