It's that time of year, again... the time of year when all I can seem to do is count down, look forward, and reflect. I do my best not to draw this phase out too much, because it is very emotionally demanding.
I mean, at this very moment I am sitting on my dreamy green bed, gazing out across the tennis courts, soccer and softball fields, and watching birds dive from the giant lights that often keep me awake at night, and my heart is so full that I fear I will have to lacerate it to take some of the pressure off.
Then again, I am almost constantly on my metaphorical tiptoes, ready to run headfirst into summer. Ah, summer... a time when all that matters is, as Carl Sandburg says, "...light and air and food and love and some work..." Speaking of good ol' Carl, I cannot WAIT to tromp around his property, up and down Big Glassy Mountain, around the pond, through the orchard, and down the big, grassy hill.
Tiptoes, I'm telling you. I'm on them.
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