Saturday, April 18, 2015

The real season of joy

The good news is I feel it all; the bad news: exactly the same. In the winter, 
I find myself longing to hibernate, at odds with the demands of the 24/7 world. But in spring 
and summer, the happiness I know is inexpressible--a kind of delirious love overtakes me. 

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

The wind as her breath

Whenever I walk through tall grass---whether it's the dunes close to the sea 
or the dry hills out east, it seems that this grass is the fur of some huge animal 
who carries me without complaint, who bears my small weight with patience.