Tomorrow, as it comes, the spring

Sometimes, upon seeing certain fabrics, I am reminded of a person, a place, a poem or phrase, or even a scent and taste. I envision all of these and sew a garment with that fabric.

As I gather these fabrics in a corner of my collection, a recurring phrase echoes in my mind: "Tomorrow, as it comes, the spring." And then, I imagine all the people in the streets wearing these clothes, dancing incessantly.