weep for yourself my man, you'll never be what is in your heart

i drove down country this afternoon.

[as an aside, man, what a colloquialism that is: down country. geographically, though, it makes sense from where i am. and in my mind, it also seems strangely apt. down and under and beneath in tales and myth and legend always seem to mean that strange otherworld that sits just beyond our own. and i feel that this is strangely apt when i drive south: it's real, but totally unreal all at once].

the sky was absolutely stunning, and as the sun set it made all of the windows of the houses on the left side of the road light up, on fire with oranges and gold. to the right of the road, the ponds of ice- remnants from the thaw last week- created an astoundingly dangerous glare.

i can smell spring in the air.

this year is going to be so good.