There's a strange, antsy torpor that besets when I'm ready for a new season, straining to see signs of transition. The light from indoors right now holds the promise of spring. And I can vividly imagine green shoots and the scent of hyacinths. But the air outside betrays me and the perfectly reasonable, seasonal chill seems suddenly beyond intolerable.
The winter has been a blur of change, so I'm imbuing the idea of Spring with a move towards some semblance of new normal, no less exciting but a little more familiar and more rhythmic. I imagine days opening up and getting back to longer runs, Beau coming more and more into himself too.
Some links for your reading pleasure!
- I'm into the new Quartz news app
- Digital ghosts
- Why the rise of the single woman in America is an important social and political development
- Email newsletters are the new zines
And guess who graduated from puppy classes this week?!
Have a great weekend!