Feb. 26, 2008 - Project 52, Week 8: Feb. 20-26

"We are tired of our huts
and the smoky smell of our clothing.

We are sick with the desire for the sun
And the grass on the mountain."
- Paiute Late Winter Song

This has been a gray week. I'm sure there's been sunshine, but, as Queen of the Hill says, the winter doldrums ultimately hit even those who aren't particularly affected by SADD.

I can relate to the Paiute and their late winter song. While my house does not smell smoky, it does smell closed. I long to push up the storm windows and open the screens. My skin wants to be warmed in the mid-afternoon soon. My lungs want a breath of spring.

Soon in that view from my front porch, that dogwood will flower, and that gray smudge of mountain will stand thick and green. Right now a single daffodil hangs defeated with winter's last wind; next week, perhaps, a dozen will flutter. Maybe more.

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