triumph overall (spring).

Springtime AM, PM


i am hunched over the vent in the corner of my living room, steeping in currents of heat. there is an uneven rock stack on a table to my left and three pussy willow stalks in a vase. my gram always said they symbolized spring.
it is cold here in the morning because the heat is down since my body ignites in sleep.

i just went outside to put the dogs in the kennel and the air smells so light and heavy and full it went right to my head. does that ever happen to you? in the midst of stress or angst, something you love unhinges you with what a gift it all is, and everything turns, and you are swinging.
i love that.

joy cycles, like everything that seems spring.

i read this tonight by annie dillard and just liked it: “nature is as careless as it is bountiful, and with extravagance goes a crushing waste that will one day include our own cheap lives.”
i guess it sounds dark out of context, but there is triumph overall? live!


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