Spring

Is here!

Trees, with their moss green sheen. Wind, confusedly content with bringing cold pricks and subtle humidity. The viral energy of people outside.

From Perseus in the Wind by Freya Stark:

“Who does not feel pagan in the spring? That languor, when the first grass blade is folded so that it can hold a shadow; when lakes are soft, the color of mist and light; when the streams run transparent with liquid notes, their wavelets cold as snowdrops. Cats lie in the sun with the five toes of each paw stretched out, and sleep, like a slow serpent, moves up and down their spine. The notes of birds at evening drop like water falling in water; and the buds, especially beech, have a sharp and bitter smell. The earth is damp, sucking dead leaves down into the furnace of her year, working at growth in warmth and darkness. I hope old age will not deprive me of this repeated visitation of delight in which, with the whole of our planet, we turn ourselves in space towards the sun.”

 

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