3.8.10

I just found this in a notebook from last year. It's a funny cycle; winter gets me down, then with spring comes a search for rejuvenation.

"The air is crisp, still, that slowly warming smell of early spring. Breezes blow off mounds of snow stalwartly holding their ground. There's such a promise in this season's change, just like every other March but inexplicably new. I wrote so recently about exhaustion, the end of life, and being alone; this weekend gave me new inspiration. I feel like I need to surround myself with people that are contemplative and constantly exploring. Something is missing, and instead of being creative I'm wasting time. I say this too much."