Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Springtime scribble at the trainstation.

The solar noon angle is high.

To paint, to write, to blow a dandelion's orb of seeds; the sun's caresses and glances are invitations to creativity, to exploration, and trust in the mythical.

It is always in Spring that these expectations exist to feel beauty and meaning continuously, everywhere.

As the world tends to disappoint, it is also a season of violent polarizations in mood where Melancholy presides over a court of glees and glums.

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The bottom dweller

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A highly civilized and refined animal limited mostly to the bottom of the atmosphere and prone to over analyzing what it's worth.