The day is warm and bright. The walkers and runners stream by. Today the hordes will gather on the Boulevard to look at festival art (that is a category). I will spend the day trying to recover from my bullet train of a life. I got up tired this morning. There were reasons. Now, mid-morning, I'm able to get back to my own form of living. Such as it is.
The colors of spring are vibrant. Yesterday was the Vernal Equinox, or as I most often call it, the Carnal Equinox. The sap begins to flow, the creeks begin to rise. Hearts begin to flutter. There is a primal calling within and without. The old goat-footed balloon man, etc.
Seek joy, I say, the stuff that fills the heart and makes you sing. Joyfulness trumps everything. To the joyful goes the bounty. To the joyful go the prize.
But I am tired and will have to sleep. There has been too much champagne.
In honor of the season, yesterday I spent the hours getting beautified. I am as fresh now as a spring kitten. Puppy, I mean.
The day spins on. I must away.
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