Oh blogspot, you are a harsh mistress!
The truth (as fit for spectator’s consumption) is that my personal life is working its way out slowly but surely.
This Saturday morning I woke up to be surprised by spring, the most hope-filled of all seasons. Really, I hadn’t noticed it coming, but I woke up and all the trees were in bloom and the grass was a bright neon green. I have always thought the hue of new spring grass should be described as ‘whore’. The bright green that says, “I am fertile and garish.” Spring: the rebirth that will cleanse us all.