Thursday, May 5, 2011

blind spot

There's still no light at the end of the tunnel, but the tunnel itself has morphed into a blazing cacophony of all sorts of green. Bright. And beautiful. Seduces you away from plodding away behind that elusive light.

You can stay strong and continue the search.

You can flirt awhile, rejoice in the spring, soak in the summer sun, and then make a scrambled move on, when the hardships of winter come knocking again.

Or, you can stay enamored for a lifetime. Now, would that be such a bad thing ?