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Is there such a thing as a perfect spring? Most of us here on LJ have seen more than our share of death and destruction and misery in March and April. The Swedish poet Karen Boye wrote that "Does it not hurt when buds burst?" It does hurt. For some, waiting for those buds to open up, to bloom is too excruciating, too much. But - dare I say it? - this year feels different.
I see promise in the buds. I see defiance. The tulips stand up and shout "I'm still here, biatch!" The snow snowed and the wind blowed (tiddley-pom), but today we had a perfect spring day. There is such a thing as a perfect spring day. A day when you neither sweat nor shiver. A day when you feel like those tulips, like anything is possible. A day when, although you lost someone, you realize that something, some hope still remains.
