The air is cool and crisp, but not like it feels in the fall. It's fresh with cool dampness interspersed with pockets of warmth. I fell alive and awake. It's amazing the impact that the seasons have on our dispositions. The pace of life has finally settled into a rhythm I can keep up with. It's not full of the extremes that I'm used to. I'm not moving again in the summer. The Spring used to remind me of when I would pack up and leave. Moving to the next appartment, house, cabin, Oldsmobile. I still have the feeling that I'm going to abandon whatever I'm doing and trying something else. I know I'll have to find another job, but I'm not moving. In a way, it's calming. I'm not thinking about starting to pack everything up as part of my spring cleaning.
In other words, I feel good.
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