Tag archive: contemplative
from that poisonous siren called Temptation.Caroline Bardwell
Without definitions we defined each other.Sanjeev Sethi
T his is the season of firsts, eagerly and duly recorded: first robin, first daffodil, first leaf buds, first day above sixty and then seventy degrees. In the northern part of the U.S. where I live, such firsts are savored as incontrovertible evidence, more telling than the date on the calendar, that winter has finally lost the tug of war and spring is winning the battle.