ANNO MMXXVI DIE I MENSIS IV — DIE XXX MENSIS IV If April was your friend, she’d invite you out on a Saturday night, pull you out of your funk. Take you to hear live music, a new folk band who plays songs that sound like they were written for you. You’d call her on a rainy day and her voice on the phone would make the air feel full of possibility. She’d romanticize everything, but in a way that you kind of saw it too. When she was around, you’d wonder if maybe you could plan the trip, quit the job, take the leap, guilt free. It’s your life, she’d say, earnestly, over sundaes at midnight. Why not make it a great one? If the month of April was your friend - hannahrowrites