Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. - Cyril Connolly
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Sproing
Driving to work this morning reminded me of those old sepia postcards that were hand painted with little bits of color. Dots of bright green, white, and yellow tipped everything, everywhere. Forsythia exploding overnight. Magnolia trees bursting with pinks and purples. Cherry trees just starting to sprout their pink pom poms of flowers. Bright red buds tipping the ends of branches like glowing embers.
I had my car washed on Saturday, and this morning it was covered in a combination of tree sap, seed coverings, pollen, and the by products of what I can only assume was a rather large bird who had eaten too much Thai food. It's filthy again, despite the fact that it rained last night.
I hope it doesn't snow on Friday like they're predicting. That would just be a cruel joke at this point.
