Wednesday, April 16, 2008
They're doing it again.
There's a way the light hits the trees in April that you don't see the rest of the year. I can't describe it except to say that the trees seem to resonate. Newly budded leaves rejoice in their first sunlight.
The beginning of spring smacks you in the face if you're trying to be miserable. You realize you're a fool. The entire natural world is singing with delight at new life, and there you are, pretending like life isn't good.
I love whizzing through the streets on my bicycle and catching whiffs of flowers.
And if life isn't good, and you're not pretending? Then spring brings something even more beautiful:
"Come, you hopeless! Find hope, for just as this creation was barren and now bursts forth, so too can your life. Come, see the nature of my abundance!"