Tag Archive: Spring

Equanimity on the equinox, Cuba behind and ahead

I seem to have fallen out of Nature. When they built my apartment a hundred years ago, they didn’t bother with niceties like insulation, and my toes remember cold winter days when they… Continue reading →

June is made of such things

June always surprises me. It’s almost never June, and then all of a sudden that’s what the calendars say, but just long enough to read the word before the page flops again.  … Continue reading →