Spring gets in your eyes

WriteSpa – An Oasis for Writers

One spring when I was sixteen, my friend Carol visited me where I lived in Sussex. We took many long walks through Ashdown Forest or into the village of Forest Row. Both of us being philosophical in nature, we spent a lot of our time talking about the purpose of life and other fun things like that. Since it was springtime, we talked about why April was considered “the cruelest month,” and why more suicides occur in spring than at any other time of the year, and how it was that beauty and sadness seem almost synonymous in Keats’ Ode on Melancholy. We also noticed that the most startling quality of spring, especially in areas of severe winter, is the surprising color that constantly amazes. Just a single purple crocus or a few waving daffodils can take your breath away.

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