The evening breeze is coming through my window right now, and it finally smells like summer is on it’s way. It’s been nothing but cold and rain for some time now, this will be a welcome change.
I’ve been slacking off pretty badly lately, in everything. My programming class has been the worst of it so far. On the other hand my stuff for illustration is the best work I’ve ever done, so it’s not all bad.
I’ve come to the somewhat tentative conclusion that sorrow and joy are very likely the same thing, or at least they both stem from the same thing. If one is honest with themselves about their circumstances, the world around them and their own qualities, then they are bound to feel either sorrow or joy. I suppose it depends on the context which one, but ,regardless, they both seem to indicate open eyes.
Gerard Manley Hopkins wrote poetry worth reading.
I Can Smell Summer Coming On the Breeze
