Monday, December 28, 2009

December Days

Surely we must know our bodies and minds have seasons, and that a mere shift in geography is not enough to fool them. It is winter now to the depths of my thought and bones. Fly me south, move me out onto a summer street, and I will shiver just the same.

Forum Update: Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor.


Elisabeth said...

Your body is like a tree, William, even if transplanted it knows its roots.

William Michaelian said...

So it seems, yes. A lovely footnote. Thanks.