Spring is in the air, for me. A false spring, most likely, but I always did have a natural sympathy for tentative smiles. The arrival of a new season occurs only in the mind, it's different for each person. Everyone has their own moment, it's about a mysterious confluence of weather, mood, and a slight refinement in outlook. Facts are only a starting point, interpretation is everything. There have been sunny days like this already this year, but for me the elements weren't all in conjunction until today. Sleeping more than six hours helped.

Apparently my character is imbued with the dark energy or "cosmological constant" theorized by Albert Einstein a century ago. Recent observations by the Hubble telescope reinforce these dusty speculations. This repellent part of my personality appears to drive people away in disgust just as some equally mysterious personal gravity attracts others to replace them. I hope the people fleeing in horror don't collide with the people rushing at me right now. If you suddenly find that I'm not your cup of tea there's no good reason not to leave quietly. The emotional fanfare of gratuitous parting shots carries the whiff of childhood's convulsive and fickle antagonisms. I like a nice melodrama but prefer Douglas Sirk.

Onward and upward. It's my spring day, at least today. I'm talking to new people. I've got books to read, music to cry to, certain sentiments to be indulged just because life is more interesting when they are. The danger of living is my background radiation, and everyone's.