Ezra Pound wrote:
"IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet black bough."My fiancé, a group of friends and I traveled to D.C. today to see the cherry blossoms via the subway. They're only just beginning to open, the day was overcast, and the wind still had teeth. It was wonderful! The flowers were fresh, the sky white and bright, and the crowds too scared to come out.
We had a picnic beneath the flowers. I don't know how many of you will be able to have a spring-flower picnic this year, so please, let me share mine.
( LOTS OF VERY BIG PICTURES )Weren't they lovely? They were exactly what the doctor ordered.
So many big things have changed for me within the past month. I'm a bit too overwhelmed to write them all down properly.
I've got a new job, potentially a new place to live, a graduation approaching, a professor being a dick, warning lights blinking on my car's dashboard, and no dress shoes. Most of these things will be resolved over the course of the next 7 days.
I may explode.
Thank you, Becky & Kevin for dragging me out of my self-fortified stress-pit to see the flowers. I really needed today.