Thursday, April 1, 2010

Eighty degrees today! Flowers are suddenly everywhere, as if a they were impatient to see the sky and so sprung fully-formed from the ground in a single night. The beauty of Indiana is a rich, green, lavish beauty, a fairy-tale beauty. And like a fairy-tale it seems too perfect, as if its elegance were contrived. The way the hills undulate, the grass too green to believe, the picturesque trees, and the flowers so perfectly peppered. In contrast, the beauty of Texas is disheveled, wild, flawed, and thus more bewitching, more authentic.

During my evening walk I looked across the way and saw my 29th birthday huddled very near. Only a couple months distant! Inconceivable.


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