A Springly Sprightly Jaunt to the Park

Oh, you know, just some ruins in the middle of the park. It's whatever.

My first day of spring outfit did prove to be a bit cold, but it was worth it.
Pull & Bear asymmetrical dress, high Bershka boots, and my "carpet bag" earrings from Maurices

Trees in bloom in the center of Logroño

Some Prose for a Wet and Dry Spring Day

I couldn't take my eyes off of them, two boys and a dog- yelling into the lightness of the air because the sound felt so right in the afternoon, just their fair share of noise. The birds know it, the brittle winter reeds let the wind suggest it to them. The whistling cracks in the concrete and stucco know it well as it hollows them into chambers for weed and vine to place frail roots. I can't take my eyes off of them, the rusty step of muscles worn ten years to the future by the sitting and waiting of an entire season, the nervous quickness of their hands, of the dog's speckled knees. They are watching me- the dog with a woman's eyes, knowing of things and ignorant of me, pursued by that lack of acquaintance. The boys with that side-ways curiosity and embarrassed evasion of the eyes- I store each flickering glance of the turning to mirror my turning toward- store each glimpse in jars for lonely days when I've forgotten what innocence looks like out of the corner of one's eye. Store it with the freshness of this air, the smell of soil that must come before the smell of growth.


Introduce new characters to this play directed by finite stretches of blue sky. The sister and brother and the bikes they could only straight ahead in the fall, when their fingers could not quite wrap the handles or their feet cozy the peddles. Now they are propelled by the promise of skinned knees and grass stains. Their mother does not mind that I watch them with unshadowed eyes- no one could mind anything in this weather, this white dress and smile weather, this deceptive near-warmth that pulls off layers and lets the skin of elbows and wrists breathe in with defiance. It's the fleeting aspect of it that lends it perfection, that makes things more beautiful under the looming, passing shadows of clouds moving in. I've been healed of some things by the passing from gray,


I don't know what.


3:54 PM
3.4.12

The Toddling Days of Spring

Written in Apartment

10:08 PM, February 26th

It feels like SPRING! In the winter there is always this sense of gray that clings to everything. Even when the sun is out, that dove gray lingers at the edge of sensation, just waiting to sink into your bones when the sun goes down. When you walk outside, you darn well know that it's winter because even the buildings have their shoulders hunched up against impending winds. I tend to view winter as a malicious entity instead of a season, but that's because I'm not an enormous fan of cold or snow after it has been around for about a week. You can only imagine how I feel about New England's five to six month winters. Personal opinion? Christmases should always be white, fall ends on the last day of November, and the New Year should also mean a new season. One month, exactly.

Complaints against the winter department aside, I walked outside this morning and found that it was warm and that the clear light that means spring is on its way was comfortably stretching itself out in the streets. Instant mood improvement! This means that tomorrow I will be working on the spring cleaning of my apartment! This consists of scrubbing everything very thoroughly and being a rockstar with a broom while I sweep and listen to excellent music all day. Admit it. You're jealous. As for today, I enjoyed a spring nap and opened my windows just the slightest bit to let in some fresh air and let out that radiator generated staleness that had become my flatmate. Some people like to call that phenomenon "coziness". Poor, deluded winter people.

Here, have a playlist for the toddling days of spring:

1. Something in the Water - Brooke Fraser
2. Waves - Jhameel
3. Blue Skies - Jessica Lea Mayfield
4. Hotel Song - Regina Spektor
5. Elle Me Dit - MIKA
6. Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson
7. Brandy - Red Hot Chili Peppers
8. Here it Goes Again - OK Go
9. Time to Reply - Charlie McDonnell
10. Don't Unplug Me - ALL CAPS
11. Go Places - The New Pornographers
12. King & Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men
13. Sister Golden Hair - America
14. We Intertwined - The Hush Sound
15. Girl Inform Me - The Shins
16. Up Up Up - The Givers