Thursday, April 29, 2010


-Synonyms: relentless, never-ending, perpetual
(according to I keep reminding myself that seasons change, despite winter and her impotent grasp on things lately. Spring is just biding her time. She'll uncurl the folds of her dress soon enough. Right?

Monday, April 26, 2010

Conjuring Camus' Invincible Summer

I must admit that I have not entirely fallen in love with the spring snows in this high mountain desert. I have been known to let a few expletives slip when raindrops lose their heft and start to flutter to the ground on feathered wings in late April. Damn. But snowfall has a way of softening edges and charming even the crumudgeon-y-est of slumbering sun bathers. It is lovely.
And when it looks like that looks like this within.
Lovely lunches...Castles built in front of fireplaces...
Layers and layers of spring piped into the warmest piles and optimistically displayed on my kitchen table.


In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
-Albert Camus (1913-1960)

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