I do love the return of summer, the soft rush of it, the thrust from ground to green, the mating serenade out in the trees, the buzz and hum of it, the heat and sweat and shedding of clothes.
It’s easy to confuse intelligence with knowing what I’m talking about. Not very smart, but easy.
“I have learned to look at the world in all of its darkness…and still love it.” Beethoven, on his deathbed. I get to choose.