I feel a simultaneous aversion and aesthetic
appreciation. It really is very beautiful
but with no snow, I’d been wistfully thinking that spring was just around the
corner. It almost didn’t matter that it
wasn’t because my psyche felt it there.
Now there’s no pretending. It
really is mid-January. The lazy paddle
down the verdant and wildlife infested Cobb are a distant daydream. The kayaks are
covered in snow and won’t be taking me anywhere. I suppose
I must remain present and entertain myself with my favorite winter sport – my pottery
wheel.
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