Crossing the street to find the warm wintry light of January in the space of a few months will become crossing the street to find the cool delicious shade of June. What an unimaginable transformation of space (though I’ve seen it over and over of course); I can hardly remember what a summer sidewalk is like. Right now everything is stiff and crackling, eternal winter as far as I can see.
The true equnoxes are this crossing over from light-seeking to shade-seeking and back again. The neutrality of spring and fall are a blur; winter and summer are the decisive seasons, the seasons of necessity.
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