Saturday, May 12, 2012
Thoughts on a Rainy Spring Afternoon
Spring makes me remember. Everything.
Childhood, teenage years, loves lost and begun. It makes me feel sorrow for what's past and joy for what's beginning.
It's the smells, I think. Smell is the sense most closely associated with memory. Spring awakens memories that you thought were put away.
Spring is the year's morning. The blank page. The time when nothing is set in stone and things have just begun. Anything is possible and the possibilities are endless.