On Beauty

Spring Returns and Dies Again

Part Three of a Four-Part Series on Beauty

As we walked we noticed a rustling in the bush and I remembered that it was early spring, a time that is supposed to be related to resurrection. We don’t do resurrection back in California because nothing ever dies there and time is not a circle. There it is more like a dot, a singular point at which all things past and future, perpetually co-exist. But I grew up on the East Coast which is where I am now. Here, things go away and return. Trees, fruits, birds, plants…

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