Scenes of a memory

"It’s nobody’s business but ours." Jack Twist-Brokeback Mountain.

It is almost the start of the recess week. I still have two papers to do and the RP proposal, but tonight I can’t think anymore. Other things are clouding my mind, so I thought I would renew my blog that I have abandoned for a couple of months.

The term ended on a acceptable note, academically. Yesterday’s party seemed to be an opportunity to let go some pressure but I suppose I wasn’t energetic enough to do so. Somehow all other thoughts still cling in my head, thoughts that I chose to think about rather than have all out fun at a party. Maybe I am getting old…

Soon spring will come, which people normally look forward to. It is difficult to describe spring because it is a whole sort of small wonderful things happening and popping up everywhere. So is my own invisible spring, a jumbled up sort of things that look, feel and smell wonderful as any spring should be.

Of course spring develops in its own accord. I suppose something as natural as spring is beyond my powers to determine. That is why it remains invisible, moving and growing silently as the grass and trees do. It is like that flower that only blooms at midnight. Something beautiful that chooses to keep itself out of the light of day.

For now, I will still keep my spring invisible as it grows.

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