2001-04-27
Dear Diary:

In this place we hear spring.

Water tearing down the old logging road, the world turning from white to beige to green.It's the roar of water freed from the prison of winter, racing down the mountain towards the river, for a time turning even old logging roads into streams.

My fingers rebel from the smooth warmth of the keyboard.

I want to feel black loam under my nails, calluses on my hands.

I want to kneel in the earth and exult in this season, savour the warmth of spring sun on my back.

I want to unwrap my gardens from last autumn's leaves, caress waking leaves with the tips of my fingers, celebrate their resurrection.

I am tired of words.

I'll be back in a few weeks.

--Marn

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