Monday, April 12, 2010

transcendence in the air

The sun is shining and the day is warming in such a way that I know shorts will be necessary later. Across the street, there are daffodils. And best or most heartening of all, somehow, the warm breeze blows in the smell of manure spread on nearby fields.

Horse shit, cow shit, your shit, my shit ... all of it spelling out the potential for an enriched and delicious harvest.

Transcendence in the air.

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