Laughter

I got out of my car tonight and the air smelled of spring. The air held a quiet, earthy dampness which though muffled by the chilly evening, eeked through the tree branches, gently twitching them aside as if to say, "Excuse me, I'm coming in now," like Cinderella shyly entering the ball.

Soon enough, Spring, you'll explode. The crocuses are hinting yellow and purple, and even the laughter of the daffodils is beginning to echo beneath the icy wind. For now, you may continue your coquettry. Winter is a thing to be laughed away.

In my heart there is Spring, too. I am not laughing quite yet, but the smile within my soul is growing. I have lived in winter for a very long time now. The human heart is not created for winters, you see. Rather, mine clamors for beauty, for light, for laughter, and for love. There is certainly beauty to be found in Winter, for there is always hope in winter, and true hope is always lovely to look at. Hope is lovely because if it is real, it is not dissapointed. There is always Spring. Aslan will return. A King will find his Princess. Her soul will laugh louder than a host of daffodils.

Apologies

The internet is a magical wonder. Apparently it is of the realm of technology, but in truth it is a deep and mystical power that my computer cannot grasp, for indeed, it loses this secret capability frequently.

You see, my computer is not gifted socially. It's a bit of a nerd. Therefore I, who am not a nerd, appear as one because my computer is far to shy to maintain connections with the outside world. Poor Bill.* I forgive you.

I hope all two of my faithful readers will forgive Bill as well. We're working on it, Bill and I. He is working through some issues and rediscovering his inner motherboard.

If you'll excuse me, I am going to eat lunch and then go outside, for it is a lovely day.


*Bill is apparently the name of my computer. I didn't name it that, but on the network description it shows up as "Bill" not "ANNAPC" which is what I named it. Creepy? You bet.

Smile Mornings

Sometimes I wish I was five and doing this would get me picked up.
That's why I have Jesus.