wake up! it's no use pretending
I just can't bear to stay here a moment longer! It's sunny and the world is in love with itself (and I, being a part of the world, would like to join in on the self-love).
ahem. I didn't mean that to sound quite how it came out, but I think my fellow lovers of Spring can understand what I meant.
Sun! Warmth! Flowers and Growing Things!
I feel like a bloody musical; like dancing around with cartoon animals and singing cheesy songs. I feel like lying facedown in the grass and breathing in the smell of the earth. I want to feel the softness of the tender leaf shoots that have finally burst forth from the buds. I want to see all my friends and give them a hug at the same time. Huuuugs!
Every year at this time I get infatuated with life again. A long winter of unrequited limerence towards nature is finally reciprocated.
naked as we came - sachal vasandani
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update: A co-worker said to me this morning, "My, you're quite spritely today." Yes. Yes I am.
ahem. I didn't mean that to sound quite how it came out, but I think my fellow lovers of Spring can understand what I meant.
Sun! Warmth! Flowers and Growing Things!
I feel like a bloody musical; like dancing around with cartoon animals and singing cheesy songs. I feel like lying facedown in the grass and breathing in the smell of the earth. I want to feel the softness of the tender leaf shoots that have finally burst forth from the buds. I want to see all my friends and give them a hug at the same time. Huuuugs!
Every year at this time I get infatuated with life again. A long winter of unrequited limerence towards nature is finally reciprocated.
naked as we came - sachal vasandani
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update: A co-worker said to me this morning, "My, you're quite spritely today." Yes. Yes I am.
random bits cobbled together by j-dub
2 Comments:
i love, love, love this time of year. i say that today. tomorrow, it's supposed to snow. i don't love that time of year.
yeah. It's too bad that the trees all decided to pollinate at once becasue the winter was so long. K and I are both foggy-headed and miserable. It's like winter's last Fuck You from the grave.
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