Once upon a time there were things called seasons. One of them was spring when the temps would hover in the 60s and 70s and the air was fresh and touched with the smell of new growth (tho’ pollen-laden as well). It was a time of release between the hard cold of winter and the smothering heat of summer. It was a nice time. Too bad we don’t have it any more.
Today we’re under a 15 county air stagnation alert (it’s MAY!) for ozone, with temps going to near if not to 90-92. (It’s MAY!)
Spring was nice when we had seasons.
(from an email by non-blogger myrln)

There was a time when I couldn’t even imagine not being a blogger. My identity as such has been both something that distinguishes me in the eyes of real world friends and family and also something that has given me friends and family whom I’ve never met in person.

But all things have life cycles, and it’s possible that this blog is nearing its own end.

Life goes on for billions of people who have never bothered with a blog.

A blog should end when you have nothing more to say.

The essentials of life continue here on the mountain, blog or no blog. Everything changes. Nothing changes.
Maybe I just need a vacation. From blogging. From the essentials.

Or maybe I need to remember how to be a poet in the real world.