cemetery flowers after the ice storm photography: Peter Fricke
thank god or the universe or whatever for cycles and seasons though like yeah life right now is unbearable. but every two years the olympics come around again, and every december i have christmas and every year there is an autumn where leaves change and fall and the air is crisp. every year has a halloween, and a national pie day, and my cat’s birthday, and national star wars day, and the arbitrary date in february when my family watches the princess bride together, and every fall i watch over the garden wall. next year i’ll see my second total solar eclipse. there will be new tomatoes next summer and fresh applesauce the season after that. the sun will come back even when march seems like it will never end. don’t go yet. it will be your day off soon. the olympics are next year. it’ll be someone’s birthday soon. everything changes and everything will come back around again, if you stick around to let it.
“I was born with a knife in one hand and a wound in the other.”— Gregory Orr, from “Like Any Other Man,” in The Caged Owl: New and Selected Poems
“everything will be okay”: shallow and dismissive comfort that establishes impossible goal an indefinite future away
“in two weeks you will have different problems”: so true bestie the human experience