Archive - 12th February 2005

hell juice

I'm in a bad place. But when I was in my kitchen this morning I had an underlying notion of a positive feeling in me. It was there under my surface and it would not let me pinpoint it. I saw and felt things in a new light. I think there was a zephyr of summer in my system. The coffee smelled and tasted better than it has in a long time. In the deep of my cranium Jimi Hendrix was playing an acoustic version of 1983 (a merman I should turn to be).
I thought of spring and realised that the darkest day of the year passed a long time ago and in a little more than a month the sun passes through the vernal equinox, marking the beginning of spring in the northern hemisphere. A seed of mild optimism waits in me along with all the flora of the north. Or not. I can only hope.

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