Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Is there something about February? And if so, is it over now? What is that greyish inkling-type of thing that keeps crawling around my feet? I think it’s trying to trip me up! Here I go out to have a great day, and before I know it there’s this yellow angst. I mean, yellow is a beautiful color usually, but it does not add sunshine to angst. Well, it's March now, and February can continue to dim. It's time to get that Lion onto the stage! February turns to March (Awaiting the arrival of Lion)

There’s a secret self inside me hidden, dry as tinder, waiting for the fuse to spark. Lighting up the ancient networks finding dreams as bright as the day they were born.

Oh Winter Sun, where art Thou? Thou art Missing! Oh Spring Thaw, why art Thee not nipping at my frozen Roots? 'Tis nigh on March! Art thou Shy? Harlem Meer in February 2013 For the likely derivation of this scale, see Fahrenheit, The Straight Dope

I know it’s the way I am looking at things, So I think I’ll change my mind. The arrows and slings that fortune brings Are the usual kind, I find, so I’ve decided to change the way I project, The way I project, the way I detect To ways positively inclined, so When fate seems determined to screw up the week I'll just give my perceptions a suitable tweak! If plans go awry and we're sadly depressed Well, perhaps we are actually just being blessed With a chance to redeem that unfulfilled dream We may have in our hearts and yet never expressed. New York Kentucky Coffee Tree on a Winter Night

Did you ever think your heart got unzipped and didn’t go back together right? Did you let your inside out and just find a chill in the sinews? Did you still leave a little open space just in case a key fit one more time into that stitched-up secret door? Well, I wish I knew more about it. There’s a small ache I remember though, a little core of a thing, no bigger than a raindrop hanging on a lilac leaf. Summer, it was summer, not a cold February day with a frozen wind. A summer raindrop, hanging from the center vein. Yes, a heart shaped lilac leaf, dark green. Not red and gnawed from too many interruptions.

Jogger unaware he is falling off the edge of the earth Central Park Reservoir

Aching and desiring Shivering into a thawing crack Playing a hide and seeking game Pushing out and holding back. Frozen and burning in the winter fire Spinning and breaking from the inside out Counting on another spring To conjure and decipher what it’s all about.