The influence of gaslight or electric light on the growth of paraheliotropic trees

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Tag: hope

On the End of Winter

Maybe winter exists for the sad ones, for the melancholy. When winter’s got its fingers in deep, these sad ones, they have a reason to be sad; while the world is difficult, at least it makes sense.

Then spring comes, with its warm breezes and the girls in their skirts, and everyone has smiles as wide as Texas, and sad-little-old-melancholy me walks the streets, while days lengthen, and wide smiles get wider, and start to wonder What the hell is wrong with me?

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well …

now that that’s over with, I can clear my throat and wipe my eyes, maybe take a shower and scrub the dead leaves off of me. Hope springs eternal, with yellow feathers and bird-songs, and while every day I’m one day older, I don’t really mind, since every day I climb a little bit higher up that spiritual Kilimanjaro and look back down on the primordial landscape from whence I came. It is easy to be joyful in spring, and the trick to getting through winter is to remember that spring is coming. Spring is coming. Spring is coming. And then it’s here.