I should probably apologize for the last post; during times of gravity, I tend to grab and smear too much of it. In any case, it's a good song with true words; maybe I should just feign ignorance that the post was meant as anything more than admiration for a song.
Next Friday, I will depart for Norway. We're planning a week there that focuses more on nature than our previous journeys; this is not arbitrary. Finally, we will be somewhere that is experiencing something that can be considered 'Spring-like'. To me, this couldn't be better, as I believe it safe to say that amongst the Scandinavian countries, the natural sights get better the further west you go. (This becomes even truer if you consider Iceland to be a Scandinavian state...)
Three days ago, while I was sitting down to lunch with my roommate, we saw the first flying insect of the year. Likewise, even on cold days the last week or two, puddles of water are formed at the street intersections as we walk. Ultimately, as the dormancy of Winter turns into a light Spring, my experiences and subsequent thoughts themselves are undergoing a metamorphosis of sorts, and I suspect that by the time I'm watching the sun set as I lay on the beach in Lisbon in late May, the view backwards that led me from this place, slowly to the south and west over these months, will seem not only natural, but inevitable.
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