Elongated Seasonsal Change

It’s spring again. It came early in New York, and then I went to Colorado during a blizzard, which gave way to another frigid beginning-of-spring. I got to see the end of summer in Ohio, and the beginning of fall in London and Paris. (I am fortunate that I get to change perspective whenever I feel like it.) There was hardly any winter for me this year, with the extra long autumn that began early in London, and late back in New York, and a winter that sped into an early New York spring – a spring that seemed to last forever once out west, in the mountains, experiencing its birth all over again. Continue reading “Elongated Seasonsal Change”