One of my fears is always that I am repeating myself but spring teaches me that lives are seasonal. We all make circles and come back to our beginnings, finding what we know and what we do not know. In the spring, we see the past and the future as weeds zoom off and planted seedlings thrive and wilt. As a potter I also foresee the future imagining what the current wet work will look like once fired.
But spring teaches us that our lives are seasonal, we go round and round, back to our beginnings, spiraling on to we know not what, into the past and into the future, round and round goes the wheel.
-- THE STORMING BOHEMIAN PUNKS THE MUSE #27: Spring Is Sprung