What will we do on these spring days that are arriving, then disappearing so fast? Early this morning the sky felt grey, but now if you go to the big picture window you are surprised, and your chin begs rest against the windows catch.
Below, everything is alight, seeming slightly surreal. You witness shafts of sun – though it's sinking already – piercing the face of a little girl who is quite simply, just walking along. She looks around as though contemplating the blue of the sky and the green of the grass. At that same moment you glimpse, falling upon her, the shadow of a dream. It envelops her and latches on, lingering for a while, then passes.
The child's face becomes quite sullen. As you peer deeper into her dark, brooding pupils, you glimpse a tear. You begin to feel as if the moment she was just locked into may have held for her, some sort of sorrowful affliction. Inscribed on her innocent, naive heart, some enduring plight embedded there since infancy. One can only suppose.
Suddenly, she looks around wildly, starts to run, and is gone.
"This is one moment
But know that another
shall pierce you
with a sudden painful joy."
– TS Eliot
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