Spring Has Sprung
The picture outside my window is spring.. lambs and goats grazing, the little ones too. Cool weather with a warm sun. Gentle breezes sigh.
I collected dandelion leaves for god.. he gobbled them all up. That is what we call the guinea pig. He has lived forever. Stark contrast to yesterday. Huddled in a chair, fighting back the streams of tears, shaking and avoiding contact with my relatives. Entirely unnecessary (my little breakdown), but unavoidable. I let a nature program voice lull me. Every once in a while someone would change the channel to a hockey game or basketball game or baseball game. I could not maintain the mindset for the Easter ordeal. I had not seen any of these people for two years. Not so long, I suppose. I'm hoping my uncle will take me climbing, or give me information for climbing around here. I loved it, once.. a far different spring, and time altogether. I used to spend hours each day at the wall.. the hot air, the chalk and good music. When I left, my muscles burned to climb, but there was nowhere to go. Very strange, convergence. I wonder if I still have it in me! Spring heightens my moods.. amplifies the extremes. Stilled dreams of summer heat. Index