finding the Joy

after days of dank new england spring, the sun rose today in a burst of gold over the freshly plowed chyrsanthemum fields. the lilac is close to blooming and the light illuminates the shallows of the ponds where the tiny fish and tadpoles swarm.

i am itching to be outside.

but this morning, until nine am, anyways, and while it is still chilly, i plan to give to the character who's been chewing her way through my head for the last few months.

i have a sense of something welling, something swelling, something pressing up from the deep within. it is not a sense i have allowed myself to revel in for quite a long time.

and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.