Sunday, April 13, 2003

I am Jack's determination to write during the day.

I get contemplative at night. Perhaps too contemplative. My thoughts can become dispirited. So this the yin to that yang.

Of all times of the year, I find myself most excited during the early parts of Spring. There is always so much around the corner. With all the flower buds and tree blossoms it's like Mother Nature is pregnant and the anticipation of a world in bloom can be sensually overwhelming. The air gets a little heavier and warmer. The sun decides to keep you company for a few more hours and the once pestering wind becomes a gentle companion. It's a beautiful time.

There is more I'd love to write about but I can no longer resist my desire to go for a walk. This is probably why I rarely write during the day - there are too many things I'd rather be "doing" than "thinking about."