spring

 There are these little flashes- 

some temporary vision of what enormous joy and dread it is to be human. 

A glimpse at your own capacity- 

or the crushing weight of clear scenes from paths you never took -

people you never became-

commitments never kept or made at all. 

And it is only a moment and at times even that feels too much.  

And then the intensity will lift, just as suddenly, and you'll have a hard time recalling what it was that had you on the verge of tears in the middle of the afternoon over a month ago.