The Non-Facebook Post #15

This morning started out in a gorgeous haze of steel grey fog, blending in with a pale blue sky and blurring the world in smoke-veiled forms. Still lit street lamps glowed like orange orbs, the shafts of light they throw being swallowed by the surrounding smoky fuzz. The best sights were across large expanses of vacant land, like the parking lot and school playground. In the parking lot, double globes of perfectly spherical radiance rhythmically rose through thick white misty clouds on tall black metal stems. Bare tree branches peeked through the fog every here and there, seemingly floating, trunk-less.
This afternoon is yet another exercise in beauty. Soft yellow sun has dispelled the morning's brooding fog. It's a warm, ponderous atmosphere of lazy sunlight and people and cars waking up to newly frenzied activity from this morning's dullness.
In the midst of all the crowds, the people, everyone's battling their own struggles - you are made privy to challenges your friends, the faces in the crowds, the driver driving your shuttle that morning, are contending with. The serene and already thoughtful afternoon is now laced with deeper meditations into the way the tides turn, the manner in which life rolls. From your deep musing comes the one thought, again and again, that the people you value in your life may never have to go through such ebbs. That the sun comes out after the fog for everyone.

The Non-Facebook Post #14

So, turns out if you follow a regulated, disciplined, morning-lark lifestlye, DST's end in March can be brutal to adjust to, absolutely brutal.

The late-night owl 'sleeping late but waking up early to rush to work anyway' sort of schedule lets you adapt to the end of DST far easier.

The Non-Facebook Post #14

Can't-feel-your-legs,-gluts-and-abs kinda workout.

The Non-Facebook Post #13

Ball State license plate, woohooooooo!
Alma mater love, alma mater pride!

The Non-Facebook Post #12

I love Spring evenings! Like today's. Where the sun is low in the horizon and washing the landscape in a soft radiant orange. That great big ball of luminescence is  visible through tree branches that are waiting to come alive, green.
You've written about this mellow golden-yellow twitlight countless times, and yet you feel you can write about it every time the world transforms into a swathe of sunset hues - dance in it, rejoice in the beauty enveloping you, get lost in your thoughts in the serene calmness that descends with the atmosphere that's set up and wish dream with the promise of a brighter season ahead.

The Non-Facebook Post #11

"Don't avoid the burn. Feel the burn." - my pilates instructor in exercise class this evening.  That's true for life as well. Feel the burn, go through it, wait for the cold harsh winter to melt into a sunny promising spring. 

The Non-Facebook Post #10

It's a brave new WARM world! And, I've stepped out, boldly once again, without at least 4 layers of my 7-layered winter clothing!
It's Spring!

But here's trying to grasp at some more elusive thought threads as they flit through my mind and threaten to vanish like wisps of smoke dissolving into nothingness.

Experiencing seasons from inside of a car. Experiencing temporality through the lens of owning and driving a vehicle. 

Last Spring brought me the liberating feeling of being able to walk out to the laundry room in my apartment complex without first armouring myself in winter gear. This Spring, it's liberating to not have my fingers freeze to numbness while I'm holding the gas nozzle and refuellling my car. Winter afternoons made for perfect driving visibility - no bright glare reflecting off of windscreens and asphalt,  not so dark that headlights would not be able to handle. Spring days come with bright sun shining off of every surface it can, blinding you a bit as you try to drive in the warm glow.