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It's that wonderful time of year where everything is falling apart. Damn. I mean, ever since we got back from winter break I have been part of or listening to the most intense stress, fear, fury, grief, frustration...it's just at the point where I look at someone across the room and feel sympathetic with them because I know there's something they must be dealing with that's more than they're accustomed to. I think it's important anyway we be open to caring and being cared for, but more than ever during these times.
And yet...I went outside yesterday into the spring-has-sprung glory that it was...and I sprawled out on the grass next to the art center (hardly noticing the resulting soggy ass)...and with my eyes closed I could hear people laughing and playing guitar and even a maracca and wooden flute thing in the mix and it smelled like sunlight and green and wind...and I could convince myself for a moment that it was the last week of school and summer was at our fingertips. Just thinking about it gave me a remembrance of finality, that none of this will last forever.
Then I opened my eyes and the sky absolutely popped out at me. Just - too vibrant to be true. Too blue to be real. Sometimes after being in the dark for so long we forget what real looks like.
Sometimes a single moment gets you through the week and I think this will be mine.
And yet...I went outside yesterday into the spring-has-sprung glory that it was...and I sprawled out on the grass next to the art center (hardly noticing the resulting soggy ass)...and with my eyes closed I could hear people laughing and playing guitar and even a maracca and wooden flute thing in the mix and it smelled like sunlight and green and wind...and I could convince myself for a moment that it was the last week of school and summer was at our fingertips. Just thinking about it gave me a remembrance of finality, that none of this will last forever.
Then I opened my eyes and the sky absolutely popped out at me. Just - too vibrant to be true. Too blue to be real. Sometimes after being in the dark for so long we forget what real looks like.
Sometimes a single moment gets you through the week and I think this will be mine.