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.