Tuesday, April 7, 2009

April is the cruelest month...


... though perhaps not around these parts. Still we do have such days as now when the sun looks so bright and warm, pooling and sparkling on the hoods of cars and the rim of the ocean horizon, but is still no match for those slanting winds angled by bergs and pack ice. T. S. Eliot originated the phrase.

(Image: dlackey.org.)

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