April. Snow on the ground. Enough said.
The winter funk funks on, and funks me over.
With every day of bad weather, I think of more summer pastimes: picnics in the park, beer on patios, reading a book under a tree, spontaneous drum festivals, trips to the farmer's market... I could not live in a warmer climate than this. In the summer, I think of winter pastimes. Each season is only as enjoyable as the anticipation for it. Contrast is the essence of life.
this inspires me...
ReplyDeletei feel blessed to have such a talented friend :) can't wait to read more.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry Steph; We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind. Because your friends don't dance and if they don't dance, well then they are no friends of mine.
ReplyDeleteI was trying to guess who this philosopher is and somebody just... Nice work :)
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