It’s almost Spring again. I have the start of a small cold, the pleasing kind, more of a sniffle than anything else. It makes me think of my first yoga teacher. She said it was a good sign to get sick in a transition, that we are purging. I went for a proper run yesterday. When I woke up it was sunny and I didn’t want to miss it so I cycled to the marshes and ran around. Then the cold in my nose came over the course of the afternoon, like I’d taken in too much fresh air and now something needed to be cleared out. Spring is my favourite time of year. There is no better day than a day when you are just about warm enough in a T-shirt when the sun is on you, but that changes the instant it goes behind a cloud. I think it’s so perfect because it feels finite and fragile. Like lying really still in one place just about warm enough but if anything changes, it’s all over. And it’s all the potential for me, why this time of year is best, everything is still coming and everything could be.
crab for lyf
crab for lyf
crab for lyf
It’s almost Spring again. I have the start of a small cold, the pleasing kind, more of a sniffle than anything else. It makes me think of my first yoga teacher. She said it was a good sign to get sick in a transition, that we are purging. I went for a proper run yesterday. When I woke up it was sunny and I didn’t want to miss it so I cycled to the marshes and ran around. Then the cold in my nose came over the course of the afternoon, like I’d taken in too much fresh air and now something needed to be cleared out. Spring is my favourite time of year. There is no better day than a day when you are just about warm enough in a T-shirt when the sun is on you, but that changes the instant it goes behind a cloud. I think it’s so perfect because it feels finite and fragile. Like lying really still in one place just about warm enough but if anything changes, it’s all over. And it’s all the potential for me, why this time of year is best, everything is still coming and everything could be.