Thursday, 21 February 2013

Being Bleak.

These are wintry times in more ways than one. To put it in a nutshell:

My mind is dull, my will is torpid, my heart is hungry, and my soul is cold.

(Come to think of it, my feet are cold, too. That’s because the polar wind is coming from the east, and that’s the quarter from which it gains readiest access to my house.)

So anyway, I need spring, and I’m at a loss to know how to make it happen. Sitting tight and riding the orbit.

2 comments:

G said...

I know the feeling. But... spring is on its way. I spend time reading blog posts of mine from springs past. Can the blossoms really be that wonderful? Apparently so.

JJ Beazley said...

One of the things I most like about spring is the appearance of luminosity you get with bud-laden trees seen from a distance.

I went to Toronto once on a photographic assignment for a travel book. It was May and still winter!