A thought about spring.
Sunday, March 20, 2005.
Rainy days can be very pleasing, if a person has a dry shelter with a warm fire and food the rain can actually be a comfort.
Here in southern Utah spring comes early, the days are generally in the high 60s and the evenings are cool but not cold. This spring atmosphere has different scents and different breezes which carry them. In an area which is not inundated with exhaust fumes and other industrial pollutants you can spend countless moments savoring the sweet and pungent aromas emanating from all around you, from the breeze, from the trees, from the earth itself comes this intoxicating ephemeral ambrosial air.
When you are young the experience is so intense that the youthful heart is helplessly drawn to romance. And each spring of your all too few youthful years are a grand adventure and your life is now, and it is with little thought of what was or what will be. Youth is the same as spring; the two were made each other.
As you get older spring still holds this wonderful intoxication but the experience seems less intense and the heart is not so strongly drawn to romance and the thoughts tend to wander into the past, and the memories of the magic which seemed so natural and never-ending. A particular sound or smell will trigger a reaction in your mind, and for a moment you are utterly transformed. As you get older the sobering reality that, things do eventually comes to an end begins to stretch its dark shadow ever more closely with the passing of each season. You would like to fool yourself into believing that with old-age comes wisdom but observation proves this is not always true. Wisdom is a gift, not something that comes with age.
Rainy days can be very pleasing, if a person has a dry shelter with a warm fire and food the rain can actually be a comfort.
Here in southern Utah spring comes early, the days are generally in the high 60s and the evenings are cool but not cold. This spring atmosphere has different scents and different breezes which carry them. In an area which is not inundated with exhaust fumes and other industrial pollutants you can spend countless moments savoring the sweet and pungent aromas emanating from all around you, from the breeze, from the trees, from the earth itself comes this intoxicating ephemeral ambrosial air.
When you are young the experience is so intense that the youthful heart is helplessly drawn to romance. And each spring of your all too few youthful years are a grand adventure and your life is now, and it is with little thought of what was or what will be. Youth is the same as spring; the two were made each other.
As you get older spring still holds this wonderful intoxication but the experience seems less intense and the heart is not so strongly drawn to romance and the thoughts tend to wander into the past, and the memories of the magic which seemed so natural and never-ending. A particular sound or smell will trigger a reaction in your mind, and for a moment you are utterly transformed. As you get older the sobering reality that, things do eventually comes to an end begins to stretch its dark shadow ever more closely with the passing of each season. You would like to fool yourself into believing that with old-age comes wisdom but observation proves this is not always true. Wisdom is a gift, not something that comes with age.
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