The first day of Spring here was beautiful. Heartbreaking. It came while I was on vacation, and I was grateful.
You no longer need to be envious. I go back to work today, unready, unprepared. I've rested, but resting has only just begun to make me restful. I still have a long way to go. Working in Vacationland is no different than merely working.
The Sympathetic Fallacy tries to validate itself today. I woke in the dark to the sound of rain. It will rain for a few days. Gray. The sun is gone. Life mimics art.
It is this swinging of things--seasons, emotions--that colors a world. Yours. Mine. I have enjoyed some beauty. It could not last.
We're going to get some snow flurries tonight. To see that white snow falling on top of the crocuses - those flowers trying so hard -- that's some heartbreaking and yet in some strange way-- even beautiful despite the longing in our veins for real Spring. Perhaps *real Spring* for New Englanders is that kind of crossbreed and we only know the dream of Spring.
ReplyDeleteI'm tired today.
xo
Someone said, "Give me the harshest of Springs over the most beautiful Fall, for there is death in the air."
ReplyDeletewhat a wonderful way to look at it...I tend to resist the swinging but maybe I shouldn't
ReplyDeleteThe pretty weather seems to have returned.
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