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truth rarely presents itself naked and unashamed...

new season, new post Tuesday, March 20, 2007 |

I haven't posted as of late. It seems as though I have been engaging in an unrealized boycott of 2007 postings. This could be due, in large, to the deep depression that wintertime sans Christmas joy tends to sends me into. Today, I must say, is a little different. The weather, although not too warm is sunny and bright. I opened the trunk of my car and my sadly ignored golf clubs struck a chord in my soul that has changed my attitude. I may not be able to play just yet, but the light is shining brightly at the end of this proverbial tunnel. The freshly cut grass is all but filling my nostrils, the feel of the club as it ferociously strikes the ball is echoing through my bones, the curse words are almost formed on my lips as I miss par and then bogey and am able to reach double only by a hairs breadth (Golf brings out the worst in some I guess). All this to say that my favorite time of year has come...springtime.

My weeping has turned to laughter, my mourning to cheer
For gone is the death of winter and springtime is finally here.