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ladyspriteThe sky is still flat and grey, and the sun is hiding timidly behind a wall of not-quite-clouds. There is still a layer of snow over most of the ground, sliding from ankle-deep piles to a thin sheet of crunchy ice. The trees are still utterly barren, dead-looking collections of pointy brown fingers poking ineffectually at the streaky sky.
But the air tells me that they're all lying. It's wet and cool, instead of cold, and there's a lack of tension as though winter has finally given in and decided to let go, just a little bit. And in the areas where the snow has thinned enough to see grass and dirt, the ground is soft and squelchy and muddy and marvelous.
I'm beginning to think that maybe, eventually, spring will come. Sunshine, and grass, and earth, and life, and wakefulness, in time. I never thought mud would be able to make me happy like this.
But the air tells me that they're all lying. It's wet and cool, instead of cold, and there's a lack of tension as though winter has finally given in and decided to let go, just a little bit. And in the areas where the snow has thinned enough to see grass and dirt, the ground is soft and squelchy and muddy and marvelous.
I'm beginning to think that maybe, eventually, spring will come. Sunshine, and grass, and earth, and life, and wakefulness, in time. I never thought mud would be able to make me happy like this.
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Date: 2005-02-16 04:53 pm (UTC)So follow me follow, down to the hollow,
and there let us wallow in glorious mud.
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Date: 2005-02-16 04:58 pm (UTC)And mud, and pollen, and mold, and Daylight Saving Time...
... no, you may keep spring, as far as I'm concerned.
lovely thoughts on the season
Date: 2005-02-17 04:17 am (UTC)