I wore shorts yesterday. I will wear shorts again today, maybe even OUTSIDE this time. heh.
Mid to high 50's with bright sun feels wonderful after a winter of acclimation to cold. Its a northern thing: "But, but, but, it feels so good when the pain stops." I am fairly positive somewhere, sometime, some psychologist wrote a dissertation about the qualifying experience of pleasure being heightened by denial and/or pain and the thesis of heaven cannot exist without hell to compare it to, and wrote it coming out of the brutality that is the dark soul of a Michigan Winter while watching Spring return. Anyone who says there is no buzz like your first, and everything else is chasing the dragon; never watched feet of snow melting away in the Spring. Its a first-time adrenalin rush every time, every year. Its falling in love, the first touch of an inferno of lust finally sated, its all that with a dark chocolate drizzle served with Beaujolais by hookah bearing Cabana Boys. Its THAT good.
There is nothing like the high of drinking the sun in on your skin. The simple things in life are always the best, cliche be damned. I just need the sun, some water, my guitar, some quiet space to think to be happy. The rest is just stuff.
But Spring is more than quiet rebounding with what really matters to you, and losing yourself in daydreams, its about fun too.
Is there anyone alive who enjoys what he does more than this man?
I think not.
And Margaritaville? Its anywhere you want it to be.
I am going to break out some of the deck furniture today. Yes. In March. In Michigan. Crazy. But its crazy that pleases me, and what the hell! If it gets snowed on a time or two before we are done? Is that really so different than the rain it endures all Summer? I say not. This little statement against winter's power being broken, and Spring's return thrills me. I'm so easy to please. I will sit on a chair freed from the stockpile of under-gazebo storage, a chair freed from icy bondage, a chair that assures me Summer is on its way. Today I honor Ra and the South Winds, and offer the first sacrificial chair of the Season Change. All hail!
(I am pragmatic enough, however, not to move the bar back out yet. And I'm still a thousand pounds short of putting the bathing suit back on. But my friends, its a start!!!)
I will close my eyes and let the warm pour through my body and soul. Maybe I will daydream of Costa Rica, and, perhaps, the remunerations that await in that, my fantasy land.... Or maybe I'll just listen to the heartbeat of the World. Either way? Bliss.
Yesssssssssssss!
Updated It was good, but I missed the crux by coming home late. Tomorrow? Damned near 60 and I'm first off. 90% of the snow is gone! Yum!)
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