The lilacs are nearly done. I wait for them every year. At home, up north, they used to bloom on my birthday. Here, they bloom a few weeks earlier and are nothing more than a fragrant memory by the time I am officially another year older. As I type this I am listening to "Lilac Wine" by Jeff Buckley, totally by chance. Ironic, eh?I picked these today on my bike ride to the library. It sounds nice doesn't it? My bike ride to the library... a little relaxing jaunt on a Sunday afternoon. Truth. It was a frantic trek across town against the wind to return to films before the library closed at 5. The entire time I kept thinking, "I would really like bike riding if it wasn't so much work and so damn exhausting." I like the way it brings me closer to the world around me than I am when I am closed off in my car.
Last Wednesday when I took a day off, I made a discovery while walking. A field full of gophers. It was an unlikely sight and tried to take a picture or two. They are shy little guys. Here's the best I could do. How odd, that such a simple thing could make me feel such joy.
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