So it's that time of year and everyone's writing about it.
My own attempt to do so is usually dogged by pointless petulance, detachment, ennui or simply a half amused scepticism.(Now beat me up all you spring sunshine suckers!)
There are no daffodils or tulips here nodding cheerfully, changing colour, welcoming a summer to look forward to.Its largely grey, warm and humid with a sinuous mist forming layers above the green - making it harder to live and breathe the fabled freshness of the season.
The darkness tonight is being washed away by a steel cold rain. A dominant all-consuming lightning in its fiery beauty, is threatening to engulf an ordinary night; expose every piece of material mundaneness it tries so cleverly to hide. The world shakes like a small ugly being- too insignificant to matter, peeping from behind a fraying curtain of casual complacence. The thunder is howling in laughter at the precocious child staring back defiantly, its body taut with fear.
The hours go by.
Nothing remains the same...
As the rain sweeps down determinedly, the lights in the distance start to swim slowly through the newness. And I could see them, really see them - in their wet tentative guise like the beautiful strangers that reflect off the now unfathomably ecstatic, copiously weeping windows.
Its morning now, and is this then perhaps... spring?
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this is THE best. I felt the season enmeshed between the words..have nothing more to say.. stupefied
spring indeed. i liek this. what a lovely post to come back to! welcome me :)
this is hall of fame. i like
u will be master of prose too, soon, if u dont watch it
what happened to the Cal thing i asked u about? no net at home. text me if like
it must be Manchester then and you must be Morrissey. brilliant.
VP: thats high praise! thank you.
Prerona: don't have your number kiddo. write to me when you can.
CJ: of course! lol
Your contemplation makes me think of spring's symbolism: newness, rebirth, a fresh start...
The external world doesn't always manifest what we need to project outward from the inside. Somehow, your writing leads me to believe you will always spring back.
Perhaps you are here with me in the Uk then, I need to be reminded everyday that it is indeed spring (or something like it) ;)
mermaid: now thats worth thinking about....:)
aradhita: tell me all the colours of the tulips as and when you see them- they WILL be there.
I actually like your version of Spring better. Dark and stormy...
they WILL be there...and you?
doc: glad SOMEONE does..
aradhita: perhaps I will too, or perhaps..."I'll be sinking out of sight, with stories left untold..." :)
nah those are passing clouds from sri lanka....d summer continues d next day...wat a nan sense pessimist i am....
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