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It hovered just above freezing last night. Maybe that is a sign of spring.
When I stop to consider, it seems as though I will never again feel the sun on my bare arms. It’s as though
the moment
has always been winter.
Summer is so distant a memory, I am uncertain it is a memory at all. Maybe it’s something I read about , something I experienced in my imagination.
Come spring, come spring is a chant in the background of these days.
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You do mean March 23, don’t you? Or are the time zones more diverse than I ever knew?
Yes, though–this time of year…my tai chi instructor says that as the days lengthen, the body expects more energy; but the air and earth are still cold, so the chi gets “confused.” I have that sense of confused chi at present myself. (And the days here are shorter, and less cold, than they are in Norway right now.)
Rest easy; summer will get here on its own time.
Oh, wow. Yes. This has been me the past months. Sigh. I think I need a good long sleep.
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