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Micki Colbeck's avatar

Spring is when we learn to smell again. And to strain our old ears to hear high birdsong. And to look at every single thing. Ahhh, spring.

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Bryan Pfeiffer's avatar

Every single thing ... thanks, Micki!

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Antonia Malchik's avatar

“season of mud giving” ☺️

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Bryan Pfeiffer's avatar

After what seemed to be a particularly cold winter in the Upper Midwest, may you as well be given mud!

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Antonia Malchik's avatar

Judging by my walk home yesterday afternoon, well on our way!

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Sarah's avatar

If not a poem, your piece was quite poetic, and it sang to me, it stirred me. I felt it. Is feeling a sense? or is only touching a sense?

Whatever, thank you, Bryan.

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Bryan Pfeiffer's avatar

This is so very kind of you, Sarah. Thanks so much. Yes, I suspect feeling is very much a sense -- or at the very least an amalgam of our senses.

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Susan Bull Riley's avatar

Bryan, what an exquisite description of mud season! THANK YOU THANK YOU.

Susan

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Bryan Pfeiffer's avatar

You are so welcome, Susan. Thanks for reading.

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David Dobbs's avatar

Very nice.

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Bryan Pfeiffer's avatar

2 out of 3 -- I'll take it (against your world champs). :-)

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Bantering Ram's avatar

Very beautifully expressed! It reminds me of a conversation that I keep having with people about how our connection with earth has got buried in our subconscious.

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Bryan Pfeiffer's avatar

Thanks. Yes, and buried by the barrage of the artificial, in the coarseness of our public discourse, and under the usual modern plagues of humanity. Let's hope that connection to earth can still be pried from the subconscious and into the light.

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