On the Search for Incidental Spring

Day 0

Clarity, however dust-ridden and obfuscated in its little niche behind my couch, sometimes finds its way out, usually on a weekday.  The pattern I discovered shows me footless and motionless Saturday and Sunday, exceptionally anxious and pissed off upon realization of consciousness at 6.55A Monday  morning, followed by extreme hyperactivity and productivity due to an extreme lack of activity for the preceding 48 hours.  This cycle has been apparent for at least a month now, yet any attempts at breaking it, generally feeble, have unsurprisingly failed.

Notes on this thus far productive Monday, March 2- (blizzard):

A wavering flirtation with spring throughout February intensifies one’s awareness of sudden loss at any moment, deepens appreciation of even small advances, but conversely desensitizes one against the cold, as if due to its unusual lateness, its reality is lessened to some degree.  Because it will probably not last long, because it may be the last cold of the season, it does not so deeply affect us.  This function of perception; potentially devastating, redeeming, or moot?