Spring sprang

April 11, 2012 by joachim

It’s this time again, of enjoying spring exuberance, and at the same time the feeling of powerlessness, of the inability to put the feeling into words. Instead, wanting to express it all, we are reduced to making a sweeping gesture with our hand, saying, “look at this! Isn’t this magnificent?” And secretly we are searching for another word, an entirely new word, a word only the two of us understand and appreciate, a word unlike “insane” or “cool” or “distinct” or “marvelous” or “exquisite.” It is like talking about the color red; the redness of it cannot be expressed; instead we are reduced to pointing a finger at it: “this is what I mean when I say red.” Still, there is more to the spring, since red never goes away, but spring has in its exuberance a sense of foreboding: “I’m here, you better make use of it, since I will be gone in a blink.”

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