Monday, May 22, 2006

So summer begins.

In case you haven't noticed, darlings, the sun doesn't always rise in crimson. The wind doesn't always blow from the south. The rains don't always fall on the plains. And the song bird sometimes loses its song.

And so must you allow for your own rhythms in time.

The key, I suppose, is remembering that sometimes, when you waver, it creates the rest you needed to become even more.


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