Anyone here feel it?

Anyone here feel it?

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Illumination

The Razor's Edge

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23 Feb 13

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
You're a serious person and, obviously, enjoy reading and intellectual games.

Not wise, who among us is...
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Sometimes I'm serious...sometimes not...half my day, as a fulltime student is spent in serious study...half of it, among 75 kids each afternoon is spent utilizing my sense of humor. I'm no spring chicken either...so experience has taught me to try to keep some balance...enlivenment as much as enlightenment...

"Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness..."
~~Shakespeare

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Aficionado of Prawns

Not of this World

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23 Feb 13
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I feel that way during the approach of Autumn. The approach of Spring is slightly uplifting as grey gives way to green... but here in Texas we get about 2 weeks of Spring and then jump to the 90s and 100s for the next 7 months. So overall, the approach of Spring is rather depressing.

Boston Lad

USA

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20 Mar 13

Originally posted by sumydid

I feel that way during the approach of Autumn. The approach of Spring is slightly uplifting as grey gives way to green... but here in Texas we get about 2 weeks of Spring and then jump to the 90s and 100s for the next 7 months. So overall, the approach of Spring is rather depressing.
Tree at my Window

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.

Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.

But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.

That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.


(Robert Frost)