it's spring, and I choose to be grateful. the blossoms perfume the air and carpet the sidewalk. my mother has given me a box of fifty-one chocolates and when I lift the lid to see this bounty, I feel wealthy. this is wealth, the light and warmth of the sun streaming through my kitchen window, and the smear of butter on bread I baked yesterday, and rich dark chocolate that melts on my fingertips and in my mouth.
oh glorious pink-gold sunrise. steam rising from my morning tea while there is still dew on the grass. cloudless sky, blue blue blue in every direction. I, in my inexplicable sadness, still rise to greet you, spring. I walk and cry and savour the beauty that makes my melancholy so sweet. I shiver in your cool evening air and remember I have a body. I'm grateful for that, too.
time goes too fast. the summer haze will come, the autumn damp and winter chill. I try to remember this even as I wish to blur the days, to make them pass the way I see them through tears. it will go too fast, and I will miss it. I'll miss it like a train or a loved one passing.
