lightness of being

Winter offers us little, but when you have a day that is so bright and blue, a day that brings on the screaming yellow of mimosa in bloom — well, you begin to think about the nature of withdrawal and the benefits of gray and bleak. Without endless days of rain and cloud and nature hate, a day like this may go unnoticed. But I can’t help but rejoice after my walk home between jobs. Everything is cold, crisp and clear and the sun opens up all the shadow of before. In this moment, a glass house would be perfect, letting everything spill in.

Which is to say, it’s a beautiful day and I’m happy for the impact.

Supposed to be reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being. But my windows and balcony keep pulling me out of doors. Maybe tonight after nightfall and classes end.

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